Gray headedness a crown of beauty?

My hair is gray.  It started turning gray in my thirties.  In my twenties, I would color my hair.    As I started having children, helping my husband with his business and so forth.  I just let it go.

When a classmate of my daughter told her he had seen her grandmother at the store with her dad,  I threatened to dye my hair.  When a acquaintance's child called me a little old lady, I threatened again to dye my hair.  I guess that just comes with the territory.  But the straw that almost broke the camels back, was when a woman asked me if I was my husbands' mother!  I told her, "Look at me, do I look like his mother?"  I attribute the remark she made as bordering on dementia!

The problem, as I see it, with coloring your hair are the roots.  They (like laundry and dishes) just keep coming back!  That would mean dyeing my hair each week or so.  That would be too tedious!  I do fantasize about coloring it, especially when I'm disrespected!

Others, I'm sure face the same dilemma.  But for now, I guess I'll just take the abuse!