From Black to White

My grandmother had beautiful snowy hair. Celestial tinted hair to be exact. She was an amazing woman.

She had six sons and a daughter.

She was an amazing woman.

Who always had white hair.

I now see the correlation.

My mother began to get white hairs... well, actually as long as I can remember she has had the salt and pepper hair. She is an amazing woman.

She had three sons and four daughters.

She is an amazing woman.

With a whole lot of white in her hair.

Guess what. I only have two children, I am not amazing, and I have lots of white in my hair.

How is that fair?

Its days like yesterday that make me just want to go back to being 23. That was a great year. My hair was all one color, my stress level was basically non-existent, and I just loved my life. It was great. I didn't have two screaming children both wanting to eat, neither one understanding that I could only get food for one of them at a time. I didn't have two bums to clean and worry about diaper rash. I didn't have a house that just can't get clean, no matter how hard I work at it. I did have to cook my own dinner, but I could do it whenever I wanted and didn't have to worry about it being super nutritious or on time. I didn't have to worry about cleaning little faces, keeping permanent markers out of little hands, or cleaning broken glasses up off the floor.

Now? Well, I am earning my Celestial hair. I have quite a few lot.
Yesterday I think I earned a whole head of it. It was one of those days where everything goes wrong. I actually got a lot of laundry done. I got some other things done, but no matter how much I did, it looked like I had done nothing. So annoying! By the time Jeffrey got home I was done with the day. D.O.N.E. I was nearly bald from all the hair I had pulled out because, well, it was one of those days.

With Jeffrey home I could focus on things other than holding Faye. In the middle of disciplining Keith there was a knock at the door. Grumbling, I glared at the mess as I left Keith screaming on the floor so I could see who had come to visit us in our misery. Our good friend Gary was there with a soda, and something wrapped in a bag. He glanced behind me into the house and said "I got an email about a party you were having?"

I had to laugh. I had just sent out an email about our annual Christmas Carol Soiree which is next week. I love that he misread the invite and came last night. It helped my mood. I finished talking to Keith about why it is not okay to run through the house screaming while brandishing a sharpie and then put him to bed. Jeffrey and I continued cleaning while chatting with our friend. Suddenly, another knock came to the door. It was my adorable Young Women with a beautiful quilt they had made for Faye. I was so happy to see them!

But really, why did everyone show up on the worst day ever? My messy house that just can't stay clean no matter how much I clean it, grumpy children all day long... well, really only a grumpy toddler and a very hungry baby all day long. I was exhausted!

But not everything was baldness causing. Keith sure has a cute way of being him.

I was changing his diaper when I noticed a slight rash appearing. I told him he needed to hold still and I would be very careful while I cleaned him off, but he had an owie, so it might hurt a little. When I finished washing him off, he looked at me, and with tears in his eyes and a little quavering voice he said "Kiss it better, Mommy."

I laughed and after pondering for a moment decided to kiss my hand and then give his behind a little pat with the kiss on that hand. Once his pants were back on I got a big hug from him. It sure made me happy.

Also, while I was opening the curtains to let the light in yesterday morning, I left Faye on the floor playing, and Keith jumping in the pile of clothes (the one thing I did get done today, but you just can't tell because clothes are not supposed to be in the living room anyway). Suddenly I heard an angry wail coming from the baby. I rushed over and had a hard time not laughing. Keith had completely buried Faye in the clothes. He loves to bury himself, so he figured she would like it too. Silly boy.

Keith was helping me attempt to decorate and saw a little Santa tin. He then shouted "Look Mommy, Satan!"

Ah my beautiful children. White hairs, no hairs, wrinkles... I will take them all just to be the mommy of such wonderful little people. It isn't always easy, but it is always, always so very worth it.


Don't we all have days like that in our lives? Our kids make us go bananas and then there are rays of hope. A visit, a gift and a child's tender request for you as a mommy to make it all better.

Awww ... hope you are having another fun yet questionable day = )

Lara said…
Amen. We will earn those white hairs, and every one of them will be worth it in the end. :)

I do think the first few months with a newborn are very difficult. Hope today is a better one!
It gives a whole new meaning to the phrase, "precious moments" doesn't it?
Emmy said…
Wonderfully written. And you are in the gray club too! My mom had the silver white celestial hair for as long as I can remember... actually I think I brought it out in her, when I was born her hair was dark... a few years later not so much.

I have been getting gray hair since I was 18 and they are quickly increasing in number. I have already had it dyed once to cover the grays and really need to do it again.. so sad. But hey we are earning them right!
Sue said…
One day, when you're old and white like me, you will look back on these days with great longing. Hard to believe, I know. I used to think...Oh, if they could just be out of diapers, or feed themselves, or go to school.

It's hard to enjoy the process when you're in the thick of things and feeling tapped out, which is a common state for young mothers, I think.

But it's always a big relief and improvement once the new baby gets assimilated into the schedule. It used to take me at least three months to feel like I'd ever get my head above water.

I love that you are able to look at all of this with so much humor. I got a chuckle out of your post today.

Familia Morales said…
Way to look at the bright side of things. I've pretty much given up on the whole 'clean house' thing. A friend of mine has a saying in her house that says 'excuse the mess, my kids are busy making memories.' That's my motto from now on.
Andrea said…
I totally understand, I had a day like that yesterday too! The newborn stage is hard--like Sue, it always took me a couple of months to feel like I finally had a handle on life. :) Good job for finding the humor in everything--that's the way to get through it! Be proud of that Celestial hair!
mub said…
I think I'd take white hairs over balding! There is just no justice in the world *L*

I was wondering if you had tried a baby sling... I see a lot of ladies here wearing them so they can have their hands free and still hold the baby.
Noodle said…
I have those days too... But they are getting better as Sammy is getting to know what she can and can't do with the baby.. And Knowing that I will hold and sunggle her as soon as I'm done feeding Ally... Laundry still piles up but as long as the family has clean clothes to wear tomarrow then I'm fine with leting the laundry wait for another day...
Tiffany said…
Oh honey, you ARE amazing!

Two little ones is extremely hard--and my house. Honey, you would be embarrassed for me if you came over here. It is certainly not 'surprise guest' ready. Or even 'people who live here' ready.
Widge said…
haha laughing at the santa tin!
yip those days. been there my bloggy friend. I'm glad you were happy to see your visitors, usually that would frazzle me more!

I dye my hair.
tinahead81 said…
oh man, days like that just SUCK! those little people sure make us feel better though...its like some kind of voo doo!!
Vic said…
I'm full of them so don't feel bad. I often think about what I look like due to my children but would never turn back time. It's okay that we have greys, our skin gets rough and we like to wear sweats everywhere. My youngest is obsessed with her clothes and it drives me nuts. I am repeatedly washing clean clothes. Great Post Love! WE so very love our children no matter what.
Em said…
and just think, i marvel that you're still alive and kicking AND BLOGGING with 2 kids. that's amazing to me!
Kaibee said…
Oh dear Amy, who in the world said that you aren't amazing? White hair or no white hair, you certainly are one amazing woman! :) It has been long since I last visited you blog and to tell you the truth I kinda missed reading it! I have been awfully busy lately, and seems that you are pretty busy with the babies too! :)
And I get how being a mommy is a tough job but it is sooo wonderful at the same time! :) I hope and pray that things get easy for you! :)
Natasha said…
That was beautifully written! I'm so glad that you are taking the time out of your busy day with two little ones to write about them, how precious it will be for all of you when they are grown!
Bec said…
Don't worry about your messy house! I always used to tell my grandma "if your friends really like you, they'll like you even if your house is messy!" Mostly I told her that because she wanted to clean up and I wanted to play UNO with her instead! But I think it holds lots of truth...and if your friends really, really, really like you......maybe they'll help clean up while they're over ;)

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