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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

So Hair We Are

Okay. See? Here she looks like a girl!
Sometimes, being thrifty has its limits.
When I was eighteen, my Mom taught me to cut hair.
She thought it was a skill I would need as I contemplated starting my own family.
The brave lady used herself as my working model.
Let's just say that, for several months, my Mom's hair was . . . interesting.
And leave it at that.
Her bravery was rewarded.
I learned to cut hair.
In one style.
And short.
Moving forward several years.
My Husby and I were blessed with three sons.
All of whom had the same barber.
Me.
I got quite proficient at boy's haircuts.
And fairly proud of myself.
We all know about pride, right.
After three sons, our family increased in size once more.
By a daughter.
A girl?
I should mention, here, that my sisters both knew how to do hair and fussy, 'pretty' stuff.
I had been raised in the barn.
With the horses.
And, for some reason, missed out on that talent.
Or interest.
I didn't realize my lack until the doctor laid my new daughter in my arms.
Holy Smoke!
My exact words.
It was then I realized that being born in the center of the family, with the boys, and spending all of my waking hours and no few of my sleeping ones in the barn, had ill-equipped me to deal with a girl.
I muddled through.
Fortunately, she mixed in with the boys as easily as her mother had.
And was gleaming bald till she was two.
That gave me time to work through some of my other inadequacies before I had to tackle the whole 'hair' problem.
But, finally, inevitably, the hair grew to a length that required either styling.
?????
Or cutting.
I opted for what I knew and fetched my scissors.
All was well.
Or so I thought.
One evening at an activity, several young boys ran up to her father and I and informed us, loudly, that our son had just gone into the girl's bathroom.
I stared at them.
We didn't have any of our sons with us.
And our daughter was . . .
Ah!
I learned to do hair.
And also to dress my daughter as a girl.
But that is another story.

There is a codicil:
That same daughter, when asked by her daughter for a haircut, did exactly the same thing.
Now her little girl, shorn of her locks, is . . . happy.
Full circle.

10 comments:

  1. Why should boys have all the convenience? :)

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  2. After having raised a son, I think about being an only child so I have no experience with girls. If my son ever has a daughter, I am in trouble, but now I'll know who to call.

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    1. And you know what you'll get when you do! ;)

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  3. I was the only girl in the family. The youngest.
    And wore a very similar cut. For years.

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  4. I got a similar cut when I was five. I'd tried to cut my own hair and made a mess of it, so mum took me to the barber. Years later I cut my girl's hair. At two and a half, she still had "baby" hair, very fine and constantly snarled into a bird's nest at the back of her head. I trimmed until she had a half inch of hair left all over her head and it grew back so much better. I'm reminded of the Chinese people who shave their babies heads, even the girls and their hair grows back so thick and strong. My youngest began shaving his head at age thirteen, now his hair is so thick, like a bear skin rug.

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    1. I like that Chinese habit! My youngest began shaving his head as a teenager. He might have thick beautiful hair--he did then--but I'll never know. If it gets an eighth of an inch long, off it goes. Sigh.

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