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Karma Is "Hairy.."

Posted Aug 24 2012 1:26am

I love hair. Love it. It's fun to play with, fun to change up, color, curl, flat iron, blow dry, talk about, you name it. Yep, I'm a girly girl and just can't help myself. I've had every cut and color known to man in my 34 years of life. I get bored easily and will change it up on a whim. Sometimes spontaneity back fires. Badly. I've sported "high bangs" & a spiral perm with 10 gallons of aqua net (yep, rocked the late 80's- is that look coming back yet?).

I've grown my hair to my hips and chopped it off to my chin (more times than I can count). I've had great cuts and AWFUL cuts. I've spent HOURS CRYING over "new looks" and years "growing it out."  I've been blond, jet black, and everything in between. I love hair... and I drive my husband NUTS when my spontaneity backfires.  You know how it goes - sounded like a great idea in concept, and then you see the results and want to curl up into a ball, cry, and never show yourself in public again (did I mention I can be slightly dramatic as well?)  

Now, I am no professional. But, I'm mighty handy with a pair of sheers and have been cutting my children's hair since the first trim. Lately, I have been procrastinating this job because the last few cuts have been less than fun. Ummm why was it easier to cut their hair when they were little? Shouldn't it be the other way around? Anyway, I decided it was time to hand them over to the pros and announced on the drive home from school today, "Let's go get the girls hair cut!" 

The minute the words left my lips the car erupted into cheers of joy! Who knew? They were SOoooo excited to have "someone else" cut their hair.. little turds ;). Who am I kidding, I was excited too. A few minutes later we found ourselves in the shop ready to go. What happened next cracks me up because it speaks volumes about my girls' and their inherent personality traits.

Molly was the first in the hot seat, of course.That kid is a born leader. Per her begging request, I gave her the "Auntie Suz" about 6 months ago, also known as a stacked bob. It grew out nicely. Today she could have gone either way, "grow it out," or "chop it off." To my surprise, she wanted to go REALLY short!  So, short she went.
MoMo after! :) 
Next up was Ally, our goofy, quirky, obsessive, sensory kiddo. Ally, loves her bangs and long curly locks. The kid would spend endless hours in front of a mirror manipulating her mane.. if we let her, which we do not! Needless to say, she stayed with her tried and true formula. However, I'm not doing this justice. Words, cannot do this justice. Nothing can describe this child and her hair. Nothing. She "must have bangs AND a pony tail at all times, even when going to bed." God love her and Lord, please give me patience.


Last but not least was little Libs. Libby might be the easiest child on Earth. For the most part she just goes with the flow and takes it all in. Today, she pulled a card from my back pocked and decided she wanted her hair cut "exactly like Molly." As much as I love and appreciate "hair spontaneity," I was a skeptic. I must have asked her 1000x's "are you sure?" "You know it won't grow back for a long long time?" She was sure and so excited. So, the hair dresser went to town and off the length came. When she was done she was BEAMING and skipping around the store. The new hairdo was a hit.

Libby before
Ally with her ponytail &Libs SOooo happy after hair cuts!(Molly was having an EPIC post school day tantrum-awesome). 

Meanwhile, Russ, being the great brother he is, was showering his sisters with compliments. "You are all so beautiful!" Melt me.

"Daddy cuts my hair!"
Fast forward a couple hours. We are home, I've done showers, fed the kiddos dinner, made lunches, put out school clothes, brushed teeth, etc, etc, etc...and they are ready for bed.. All seemed right in our world except... Libby was missing...

A few minutes later I found her, in the bathroom, curled up in a ball, SOBBING. My heart stopped, "Libby, WHAT IS WRONG? OMG are you OKAY?" Her response, "NO. I HATE MY HAIR." She. Is. Six.... and SO MY CHILD.

Worst part is... I get it, I really do. I mean, I really really get it! But, at the end of the day... it's just  hair and it will grow, it always grows back. It's JUST hair and she is just 6 years old. Can you imagine this melt down at 16? I can. Why? Because I had one (dozen)! Hahaha.


Karma is a beautiful thing.

Mom, I am so so sorry.


Happy Friday! XOXOGen 
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