I have red hair. I'm pale. And I have freckles. Scott calls me a ginger. It's a term of endearment. I think.
I spent a majority of my teenage years wishing I wasn't so fair skinned. When all of my friends wanted to lay out at the pool, I cringed at the thought of sitting under the sizzling sun. I knew I would burn within minutes. Sometimes I would blister. And that's with 50 SPF sunscreen.
I was a very sensitive child.
And I gave birth to two more. They are still pretty bald, but the fuzz on their heads is red. And their skin is pale. I know what their future holds. Sunscreen, hats, shade trees. Sunburns, blisters, Aloe Vera.
As for now, when they go outside, they are well protected by a Mom who knows what it's like to be a ginger.