My youngest dachshund, Ramona, is beginning to sport some gray hairs on her chin. She’s only 5 years old but she is definitely getting her wisdom hairs as I like to say. Now it’s fun to tease her about her gray hair because she has no idea what I’m talking about nor does she have a vain bone in her body. My oldest dachshund, Obie, who is 13 is gray all over and looks rather distinguished with some salt and pepper coloring on his back. So why don’t I feel so distinguished with my gray hair? In fact recently when I took my 90 year old mother to the hospital for a procedure on her arm, the nurse looked at us and said (quite seriously), “Oh are you two sisters?” Now my Mom busted out laughing and was totally flattered. In fact I even think she blushed as she giggled. On the other hand, I was taken aback. I said to the nurse, “Well I’m sure my mother is flattered by your question since she is 90 and I’m almost 62 but I’m not sure how I should handle it.” The nurse acted all surprised. Maybe it was her ploy to make my Mom feel good before going into surgery or maybe my gray hair isn’t quite as distinguished as I’d like it to be. I thought about whether I should do something about it and go for the frost or the coloring or something really radical. Then I came to my senses and realized that God makes all sizes, shapes and hair colors for a reason. We are all His children and blessed in His sight. Isn’t that what matters most? My hair turning gray has finally put me into a different class. I have friends that wouldn’t be caught dead (literally) with gray hair. In fact they go to great lengths as well as expense to keep the “package” youthful looking. I’ve not really been one to do that and have not been a big fan of makeup either. I even have my glasses tinted blue so as to create the illusion of eye makeup. Pretty clever I think. It works for me anyway.
Proverbs 31:30 hits the nail on the head in my humble opinion, “Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.” I like that verse. Simple, sweet, and to the point. I can be thankful my hair is gray and be thankful for the simple things in life. Oh, I may at some point decide to color my hair. Maybe in my retirement I’ll join the red hat ladies or maybe I’ll wear purple. Time will tell. Here’s a fun poem that always makes me smile. God bless you all, Becky Clegg
WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN I SHALL WEAR PURPLE With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens And learn to spit
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Taken from the book When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple Editd by Sandra Martz Papier Mache Press–Watsonville, California 1987