I got Brynn’s hair cut today. I know, GASP. First haircut ever.
Part of me is sentimental, like, oh, it’s her baby hair and I should never ever cut it and if we look like a) those kids getting slapped at Walmart or b) that fundamentalist Mormon sect in Texas, that’s okay. Because it’s her baby hair.
The other part of me is like, this kid looks scrungy. Let’s do some stuff. In fact, I wish I could cut it and dye it and perm it and straighten it, like my own personal Hair Care Baby Doll™. But I just stop it right there, because you can’t do that to real live babies even though it probably wouldn’t hurt them.
SO anyways, I decided to go for it. She was happy and excited about the idea, until she got up in the chair. Then the famous Clark scowl came out and she was crying and arching her back and sliding out of the chair and drama drama and all the staff was coming around and trying to read her books and tell her how pretty she was and she was not having it.
Finally one of the ladies brought her candy, which I am so not about bribing with candy. But it worked. Bean just went to her happy place and completely zoned out for the rest of the haircut.
We got a little card with her curls in it, and if I think about it too much, I will cry. Again.
Saying goodbye to you
but not really
goodbye to who you are now, to me
the beauty is, I get to say hello
to who you are becoming