Red Runs Deep

Walking in to our local "Country Market" today with Darby, a lady with a little redheaded beauty (about 18 months old) struck up a conversation with me (and her daughter...and Darby).

Lady: "Oh, look!  Another redhead!"
Me: "Yep!"
Lady: "Is she...fiesty?"
Me (to myself):  "Fiesty?  Are you kidding me?!!! The very word fiesty was invented to perfectly describe my daughter!"
Me (to the Lady):  "Haha...Yes.  I have a whole blog dedicated to her shenanigans...Red Runs Deep."
Me (to her little redhead): "Yes, little one.  Red runs deep."
Lady: "Are they all like that?"
Me: "Yes."

This lady probably wanted some sort of encouragement, which she didn't get from me today, unless she considers it a relief that she's "not the only one."  Hey.  I can't be the strong one every day.  If she's raising a redhead, she needs to hear the truth, and sometimes the truth "ain't" pretty!  It'll never be boring, so long as she has her own little pixie, but it won't always be pretty!  The other thing I know about "truth," is that sometimes, not unlike raising a redhead, it hurts.

So, lady, if you're out there, chin up! 
We're mamas of redheads! 
We need to "own it," and stick together! 
There's strength in numbers!
...oh, but red runs deep...