Kings or Rebels

He has one gray hair.  Just one.  One silver strand of hair mingled into his silky mop of brown.  It's been there since birth I assume, but I only noticed it a week or so after, once he'd been bathed and shampoo'ed and had lost that glowing pink newborn color and settled into his real live skin color - peaches and cream of course.

Now, at almost 11 months, I look for that single silver strand every time I hold him close. I rake my fingers through the slippery silk of his baby fine gold/red/brown hair and seek out that one special strand.  I will be heartbroken when I can no longer find it.

It reminds me of the story of the Rainbow fish with all her beautiful scales and how she finally learned to share.  I wonder if some angel somewhere decided to share some special angel beauty and my son received it as a single strand of silver in his hair.

I think about how when God touches you, you are indelibly marked forever more as HIS.  Is this single silver strand the mark of God upon my child?

I love that single gray hair. I love every hair on his little round head, every lash lining his huge brown eyes, but I treasure that lone gray hair. I imaging Mary treasuring over Jesus, over his curls or his eyelashes, or the sweetness of his dimpled knuckles. Us mothers, on the whole, we treasure our babies be they kings or rebels.