More Beautiful Than Ever
Have you ever looked at you mother in a different way. This story is about one of my revelations.
Some of you will remember that I was brought up by my grandmother. My mother came for a visit and to pay my board once a week. Sometimes I would stay at her home, but I really preferred to stay home with my grandmother. We were not strangers, but my mother and I were not that close when I was growing up.
After I got married and had a child of my own were became closer. I forgave her for the wrongs she had done in the past. Actually at that point in her life she had truly changed.
However, over the years we ended up spending less and less time together. But I do have my memories.
The mother of my youth had long black hair and she looked just like Pocahontas. My mother is French Canadian. My great-great-grandmother was native. Then over the years my mother had lightened her hair.
I remember her last hair color was blond. I didn’t mind the hair color it suited her with her tan complexion, but I never really cared for her hair styles.
I will grow white naturally
My mother came for a visit on Sunday and much to my surprise had a real cute short haircut and white hair. I asked her if she dyed her hair and she said no. This is her natural hair. That just goes to show you how long it had been since I had seen her last.
My mother is absolutely stunning with white hair. I almost want to do mine that way. I find my mother more beautiful now that she has ever been.
I dye my hair blond as well. I hate gray hair in women. I find it makes us look hard. However, seeing my mother with white hair I think I will enjoy when my hair eventually turns white and then I won’t dye it anymore.
All photos taken from the public domain
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