The boys initiated TTPM (TeaTime in the PM). It's quite a wonderful activity and we all look forward to it. We turn on the lamp, sit and sip our tea and chat until bedtime. During one of these TTPM, Kelton was sitting next to me stroking my hair. He said, "Mom! You have a couple silver hairs!" I said, "Yes, I know. Getting gray is somewhat inevitable. I guess I don't mind." He looked at me, alarmed. "No, Mom, it's SILVER and it's absolutely beautiful! Silver is very valuable! It makes you even more valuable!"
I do remember countless hours I spent in conversation with Grandma, talking about her days of youth growing up in a small town in Pennsylvania, her years during the wars, her marriage, motherhood, grandmotherhood... She shared so much of herself with me, usually sitting on the bed in her pantyhose, just getting dressed for the day. I loved her silver hair and all that it represented to me. Her beauty astounded me. So, as the years bring more silver to my head, I will try to hold onto these precious thoughts, and not resent what age, hardship, challenges and sorrow may try to rob from me in the seasons to come.