|My daughter's latest collage|
My daughter has had a boy 'friend' for two years. They did everything together and swore up and down the didn't like each other 'that way!' Everyone knew better, her friends, her family, his friends, his family... and we all rub it in liberally now that they do like each other thaaaaaat way.
This boy has blue hair. He didn't always have blue hair, of course...and who am I to judge? My own daughter, after all, has vegan (temporary all-natural) hair dye in her hair that has turned her gorgeous natural platinum blonde tresses to red (why are we never happy with what we have?). Different hair colors... a new trend, I know. I see pink, orange, green, yellow, and yes, blue hair all of the time coming out of the school doors. I see it on the pop stars my daughter likes to listen too. And I see it on the younger set on the television shows she likes to watch. So it should have come as no surprise to find out she wanted to have her hair done in a different color (her dad's nicer than me, I said no).
I know it is the person who is important, not the hair, and I think my daughter's boyfriend (the boy with the blue hair) is a peach of a young man. But I do feel a bit out of sorts when there are children running around with hair that is every color but their own. I remember my family not approving of boys with long hair, or ripped jeans. They may have liked the kid, but not the style(s). And now, a generation later, I'm faced with the same feelings, but now it's my daughter who thinks I'm the one out of date (how could this have happened?! lol), and just totally not with the times (I don't like the bangs in your face look that either of them like to sport either). It's okay though... I know her day is coming too (when she someday has children of her own), so I can kick my feet up, drink my coffee, and smile as I listen to the pure joy coming out of her mouth when she talks about spending time with her new boyfriend...the young man everyone likes (including me!)...the boy with the blue hair.