My hair is full of gray hairs, I know this, I try to color them but as soon as I color more are coming out faster than I can control. But I know where the gray is coming from, or maybe I should say whom...
There names are Clayton, Cregan and Collin.
Clayton and I struggle, he is stubborn and hormonal. He is willful and we butt heads, let's say...a lot.
Cregan is obstinate and relentless. If I don't do what he wants, when he wants, he is unwavering in his demands...
Collin is, well needy and demanding. He can have many good ideas, but is dependent on me for a lot.
My gray hairs come when I walk through the door after working all day and my kids are saying, "Where is dinner? Are there any clean dishes? Where is my hoodie? Help me with my homework? Read this note from my teacher? Can I have some money? Mom? Are you watching me?"
With each comment, the gray hairs grow longer, but motherhood is like this, at least that's what I'm told... I adore my children, they give me meaning. I love them, but sometimes I just need to go to the hair stylist and get those gray hairs colored but even though the grays are covered each and every one is dedicated to my loving 3 boys... each and every single one.
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