Ode to Bedhead

(If you ask some really terrific women to share their bedhead pics with you, they WILL deliver.  And what they will deliver is pure awesomeness!  Thank you bunches and bunches to all who contributed to this "hairy" post.)

Bedhead.  Bedhead.  Time to meet my pillow head.  Too tired to care about my hair head.  Bedhead.

Bedhead.  Bedhead.  Up and running head.  Work hard all day, exhausted by nighttime head.  Not enough sleep head.  Bedhead. 

Bedhead.  Bedhead.  Just five more minutes, hit the snooze button head.  Sleepyhead.  Not enough hours in the day head.  Bedhead. 

Bedhead.  Bedhead.  Gotta catch a break head. What's a bed?  Kids are up.  Morning already?  Need more sleep.  Bedhead.

Bedhead.  Bedhead.  Don't be fooled by our bedhead.  Like an iceberg, it's just the tippy top.  There's more than what you initially see.  More than crazy hair.

For beneath the turkey tails and rooster feathers, the cowlicks and the crowns; beneath locks that defy gravity, beneath the matted, the frizz, the lions' manes and the waves...

You will find something extraordinary.  An extraordinary woman.  

A woman who is brave.
A woman who is strong.

A woman who is fighting hard and winning battles.
A woman who will not let others define her.

A woman who is kind.
A woman who wants to be happy.

A woman who is blessing the lives of those around her.
A woman who will not be underestimated.

A woman who is beautiful.
A woman who is changing the world around her,
who is making it a better place.

A woman who is laboring to raise "the future."
A woman who knows she can do it.

Bedhead.  Bedhead.  Wonderful woman head.  Our jobs are tough, our jobs are never done; we go to bed when we can head.  Then, in the morning...

We rise.
And we shine.