My 15 year old son has green hair. Before that it was pink with dyed with colorful flowers. And before that it was half pink, half purple. What I tell myself is I don’t care anymore. He’s the youngest of six. I’ve been parenting for 29 years and I’m tired. But of course, I care. I care about his health, mentally and physically. I care about his heart and if he’s kind to others (he’s not when he plays video games. We’re working on that). I care about his goals and what I can do to support him. What I don’t care about, is his hair color. I wasn’t always…