A couple of months ago you asked to cut your hair really short. In fear that you didn’t really know what that meant – or maybe in fear that I knew what that really meant – I let you cut a couple of inches off and we went on our merry way. BUT today – as we spent the last day of you being 5 together – I looked at you and I haphazardly asked if you wanted to go get your haircut. Your eyes lit up and with a resounding “YES”- you then screamed “I want it really short!!!” As we drove to the salon (the real salon) – I thought about how important this haircut was for you. As I watched you dance around the salon – so excited to be there. As I watched you sit so very still in the chair and then as I watched you start making silly faces. I thought to myself- just how empowering it is to have your haircut. As someone who, in my twenties stuggled with my own identity – I used my hair as my voice. My voice of rebellion, my voice of strength, my voice of courage. Through Short hair, Red hair, curly hair – each phase my hair became the voice of change for me. So how fitting it was to allow you at 6 to have a voice in your own hair – and in your own life. I will spend my days as your mom -determined to raise you to be empowered by your voice and not by your hair.
HAIRCUT
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