At this very moment, I am in the midst of preparing myself mentally for the next leg of the journey...figuring out the great disappearing Eyebrow mystery. The latest results from the Endocrinologist; she seems confident the hair loss is Not thyroid related - Good News? Kind of. So we take the lad to the Dermatologist to start researching the only other likely culprit. Alopecia. (my cursory research leans to Alopecia Areata specifically) This little trouble maker lurks directly in the DNA I have so graciously shared with my son. And you know what. It is the one I am the most upset with right now. Of allllllllllll things why pleaase whyyyyyeeeee does the newest Color in our rainbow need to be something that affects his face. Something that everyone can see. That he will have to explain. Something that others in his peer group will certainly and typically target. Some out of curiosity, and others out of being bred poorly. He will have to deal with this and I can not do anything about it. We spent the first part of the school year in chameleon mode with his Bieber hair-do which I must add, even Bieber doesn't wear anymore? simply because it covered his browline. And then we Both had enough of the shag and he is now back to my clean cut handsome fella...who if I weren't informing you of the alopecia, you'd think took a razor to his eyebrows to look tough.
On the topic of strength....this amazing young man that I have been trusted with is by far one of the strongest I know. From the inside out. The hand he has been dealt, and the cards we keep turning over are NOT all Aces...if they are they are counting low. But he plays them anyway. And even keeps a fantastic game face! (albeit short a few brows and some patchy spots on his head) No big deal!Oh well! he says. And so I follow his lead. Because I know that if I act like it is the worst thing in the world, he might think so too. I can't breakdown over it and then expect him to be stoic. So I bluff too, no big deal, right? Right. And most of the time that's where I am with it. But today. I am not. Today I am having a moment with it, and I want to put hair on Alopecia just so I can rip it out again that's how upset with "it" I am.
But he's not upset. So I am letting him "drive" this time. If he says on we go. Then on we go. All is not hopeless. He still has hair on his head. He even began growing his very own real life mustache this year too! And he's very excited about this. His best buds, Quinton and Amari do not care about his eye hair....they just want to play and hang out. His sister LoLo even received an Egyptian oils set for Christmas that includes an age old recipe for hair growth...which she immediately told me she will mix up for her best big bro. And so like that, we roll on down this road. All buckled in together on this road trip. Wherever it may lead. And ready for what happens next...wherever next is.
