My partner got her hair cut last week!
She’d let her hair grow/stay long these last several years because I asked her to. (That’s love….!) Over the last year, ever since we moved, we haven’t been able to find THE hairdresser. (You know, that ONE hairdresser out there for every person, seemingly as hard to find as a SOULMATE.) Between what she thought of as increasingly sub-optimal cuts — as we tried a different place each time — and the fact that she really does look best in short hair, she’d become a bit sad and frustrated about how she looked.
So I let go of needing her to have longer hair.
And finally last week, the planets aligned — or whatever they do — and she found THE hairdresser and got THE cut. Short, elegant, pixie… it’s totally her and she’s been literally bounding with adorable energy ever since.
My kid got her hair cut a few days ago!
She’s had long hair most of her life. It’s very thick, and prone to knots and tangles. When she was little, I kept it in a braid to save us many tears from ouches as I tried to brush through it in the early morning rush to get out the door. I keep telling her that someday she’ll love having thick healthy hair… but the other day she decided it was time to let it go.
And she came home with BANGS and a stylish SHORT cut! It has totally changed how she carries herself. She’s all grown up. It’s amazing.
My sister suggested that perhaps it was an epidemic!
Perhaps she wondered if I were next?
And, well, yes, I did get my hair cut. Yesterday. And yes, I was a bit bolder than usual, going perhaps quite a bit shorter than usual. But it’s still past my shoulders. I’d miss the swish too much, I think. Short hair looks great (and maybe it even would on me), but it doesn’t move. I’d be sad.
Maybe I’ll get too old for long hair someday. Or maybe not. I hope not. The grey, so far, is silver and not dull. I am grateful today for such small things.