Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Growing up as a "redhead" definitely had it's ups and downs. Oddly, I knew I was distinctively different from my other friends as I was the "only" redhead...which unfortunately came with its share of teasing. (Whoever thought "carrot top" was appropriate for a red head...come on...my hair is not green?) However, I also knew I was unique, one of a kind...easy to spot in the crowd.
Today my family consists of all redheads. (Yes, the odds of redheaded children is very good when your husband has red hair.) We are the talk in the grocery aisles. The family easily remembered at church..."you know the family with red hair". Complete strangers aw over the kids' red locks, grown women whisper to me 'What dye number do you use?' Ah...to have red hair. The attention is interesting and just part of being the Britten family.
Saturday our family joined ranks with 900+ other "gingers" in taking a picture of the largest gathering of natural redheads in one setting for the Guinness Book of World Records. Honestly, it was a bit freaky to literally see every shade of red as we looked out across the football field in Sammanish, WA. Ironically, you'd think that it felt comforting to be among so many other "reds", maybe even average, but even in this sea of red...I felt distinctively different.
Though our family represented red hair, we represented our family. A redhead family who happens to be my family.
From inside the little blue bungalow,