There is about an hour between the time my son gets home from school and when I have to pick up my oldest daughter from school. Like any normal afternoon, I fixed myself lunch, sat down on the couch, and let my younger two venture outside to play. I looked out a few times to make sure they were playing nicely, and then sat down to finish my lunch. About 5 minutes later both my son and youngest daughter come inside. What struck me was that my son trying to be sneaky when putting something away. The next thing I noticed was a long strand of hair hanging from my daughter's pigtail. I quickly jumped up, and ran over to investigate.
You could imagine my horror when I noticed the top part of her hair was spikey. Totally cut off. Gone. I looked at my son and said "did you cut her hair?". He hung his head and said a quiet yes. My next reaction was to question why?! Why in the world would you cut her hair? Soon after my eyes started to well up with tears. I softly said "your beautiful hair is gone. How am I going to fix this?"
She had just turned 2 a couple weeks before. On one of my evenings runs I found the perfect location to take her 2 year pictures. I had this golden hour image built up in my head of how lovely it would be, since I didn't really take any for her 1st birthday (bad mom alert!). I wanted to make up for it. At the time, all I could think about was how those beautiful images were going to be turned into a big giant comedy. She would be the laughing stock.
My husbands immediate reaction was to cut it all off and even it out. But in my mind that would make it worse. It took 2 years for it to grow this long hair, I didn't want to wait another 2 years for it to be long again. I figure, once the top grows a little bit she can wear it as bangs or clip it back with a bow.
My immediate reaction was heart break. I kept thinking how my beautiful little girl now looks like a boy. But now that the dust has settled I can laugh. I can laugh at how my son witnessed his grandma cut our hair (she was a hair dresser) and figured he could do it too. I laugh at the fact she has a mullet. She has a freaking mullet and Halloween is 4 days away.
I can laugh because in reality, it's not a big deal. It's hair. It will grow back. Now my thoughts have shifted to making this a teachable moment.
The thing is, I don't want my children to grow up thinking that hair, clothes, or outter appearance is what makes you beautiful. Sure, she looks a little silly right now, but she is still our funny, spunky, loving little girl. Her hair does not change her personality nor her love for her brother. We have to remember that it is always the character of a person that makes them beautiful. There is a silver lining in the crazy, hard, or silly situations. We only have to be willing to see the good, and find the positive through it.
So for now she will rock the mullet. They say the 80's are making a come back right? Haha. But, even in a pony tail it doesn't look that bad, right?