You may be homeschooled if…..there are so many “ifs”……if you are asked, “What about socialization?” every time someone new learns of your schooled status; if The Passion of Christ is the only R rated movie you are allowed to watch; if your mom wears a jumpsuit, milks her own goats and grinds her own wheat (not a completely accurate description of this homeschooling mom, but maybe some); if you spend more school days wearing pajamas than day clothes; if you have never had a summer break. There are so many “ifs”….I could go on and on and on. The “if” of today is: You may be homeschooled if you have never had a haircut.
My daughter is 8 years, 2 months, and 18 days old. Today was her very first haircut ever! Excited does not begin to describe how she felt about getting her hair cut today. On the way to the salon, she said, “It’s scary and sad and happy and exciting all at the same time!” She was beyond excited; and more importantly, both she and I were ready.
When last night during dinner my youngest son learned that she was going to get a “real” haircut, he began protesting immediately, “Why does she get to get a real haircut?” It’s tough to lose your status as baby of the family. It’s twice as tough to lose it to the only sister. He will always fight for fairness…..no girl is going to get away with any privileges he didn’t get. I assured him he and all his brothers had “real” haircuts once, but they were between 7 and 14 months old at the time. I even have photographic evidence (somewhere) to show him some day. With each one of them, I carried a sweet, chubby little baby boy into a random mall and held them on my lap as they sucked on a lollipop to keep them still for their first haircuts. Each time, I left the mall without a little baby, but a little man instead. A piece of their baby days gone forever, and the first glimpse of them growing up before my very eyes. A sad, but necessary day because their dad didn’t want them looking like little girls with long locks of curls. Since those first haircuts for the boys, they have endured “dad haircuts” (aka: buzz cuts in the basement).
But baby number six was surprisingly born female with a full head of black hair. We did not see that coming! I didn’t have to have her hair cut at one year of age, but I did have to put barrettes in to keep it out of her eyes as early as two months of age. She never lost her hair in weird spots so that it needed to be evened out. Her hair kept growing and lightening and growing. I put it up in a little ponytail like the top of a pineapple until it began to get too heavy. I learned to put it in a bun when she was in ballet. I never complained about brushing all that hair because I had waited so long to get the chance to comb and fix and play with little girl hair.
When she was turning five, my hairstylist in Colorado told me I really should have her hair trimmed because…blah, blah, blah. I’m not really sure what she said. I wasn’t really listening because I wasn’t ready to cut those wispy baby ends. If the boys morphed from baby to little man with only one haircut, what would happen to my five-year old little girl after one hair cut? I did not want to find out. I wasn’t ready; she wasn’t ready….we went on our merry way combing, brushing, braiding, ponytailing, and headbanding. Curling never happened….it has never curled for me; but, trust me, I have tried.
Fast forward a few years, a few houses, a few hundred miles away from the only hairstylist I trust to the realization that she looks a little like a ragamuffin. All of a sudden, she looked like a giant split end with legs. All I could see was her scraggly-ish hair with split ends galore. All I could see were her little friends with adorably cut and styled hair. All I knew was that I was not taking her to any random mall or, heaven forbid, to the lady who caused the beginning of my hair debacle. So, I put the word out. I waited. And waited. And finally a recommendation came in. I decided to take a chance and trust the recommendation. I took my little girl for her very first hair cut ever.
She felt so special, so happy, so scared, so grown up, so excited, so everything. Unlike her brothers, she will remember this experience….not only because it is fully documented with video and still photographs which I haven’t accidentally deleted yet, but because it meant so much to her. She didn’t become a woman with a hair cut…phew! She’s still my little girl with an extra twinkle in her eyes and a new skip in her step.