Apparently I’m not the only one reinventing myself in 2005. Do you think it’s something in the water…?
Behold, the Daughter Formerly Known As Scragglepuss. Do you have a daughter? If you do, you know that every little girl hits a point where she decides that She Must Have Long Hair. Because it’s Girly. And Pretty. And Princess-y. And I don’t know about you, but even though I have long hair, myself, this is a phenomenon that makes me want to puncture my own eardrums with pages ripped from “The Feminine Mystique,” because listening to my offspring wax lyrical about how she might not be an actual girl without long hair touches something very deep within myself… namely, incredulity. Anyway. Perhaps your little princess-wannabe has beautiful hair. We hate you. Haha! Not really! We just hate her hair. Because—as the picture demonstrates—Chickadee’s hair, even whilst approaching her waist, is only slightly more substantial and no more attractive than spun sugar. It’s long, yes. Pretty, no. Tangly, snarly, flyaway; yes, yes, and good lord why didn’t I have all boys?
And little did I know; one good detangling session and my creature of habit would turn to me and say, “I think I’m ready for you to cut my hair off.”
We talked about it. We went about our day, and I told her that if she still wanted me to cut it when we got home, I would. After a playdate and errands she bounced into the house and announced that it was time to cut her hair.
Then the heavens opened up, confetti and balloons fell from the sky, the Hallelujah chorus blared, and I accidentally stabbed myself in the eye with the scissors while turning cartwheels.
That’s not true. I can’t do a cartwheel to save my life.
I think it came out adorable. The nice thing about shorter hair for a child (anyone, really) with very fine hair is that you can SHAPE it and make it APPEAR to have some actual BODY. You know, so that it doesn’t look like you are a street waif without proper hygiene. Anyway, she loves it; I love it. I suspect her father is going to have a heart attack, but, well, that would just be an added bonus, I suppose. She looks much older now, I think… which is bittersweet. But she also looks like we occasionally wash and brush her hair, so I’m thrilled. And after she stood and admired herself in the mirror for a while, she told me it’s like she’s a “whole new girl.”
I gave her a squeeze and said, “I know just how you feel.”