New Hair Cut

I woke up this morning feeling like having a new haircut. The last time I had my hair trimmed was six months ago and it started to feel like long weeds on the shells, unruly and unmanageable. So I headed to the nearest salon to fix the problem. When my eldest daughter heard this news, she was unhappy. With some little persuasion, she tried to coax me to change the plan. "I don't want you to cut your hair. I like your hair this way" The eldest told me with an agreable nod from her younger sister. I tried to explain to her that I needed to cut my hair because I like it short as it would be easier to manage. With two small children and humid weather which is not helping, a short hair seems more suitable now. When I was heading to the front door she followed me. Still persistent, she insisted that I look better with longer hair. I told her mommy needed to go nevertheless. As I was driving away from the car porch, I saw her standing with tears rolling down her cheeks. I did not know how a simple plan to cut my hair could give such an impact to a little girl like her.

I arrived at the salon wanting to look younger and a bit glamorous. So I settled with a short hair with fringe and sharp edge around the ears. It makes me feel lighter. I soon was taken back to my younger years in my teens and early twenties where short hair would never fill my dictionary. The only time I had my hair short was when I was fourteen and everybody was shocked that I did that. I remember I have had tried everything with my hair. Perm it, colour it, and any styles that caught my interest. But I always opted for something a bit stylish, to my opinion, and yet long or medium. And when I was sitting on the chair looking at my hair cropped to its tiniest bit, I felt a sense of freedom. Long gone the time where long hair became the trend in my life and never I thought that one day I would be more comfortable with shorter hair. I feel younger and I feel neater.

When I arrived home, my eldest daughter looked at me and gave a quick response. "I don't like you look that way. I like your old fashion" She responded with enthusiasm however.I said it was okay as she would get used to it. After a few hours of reading books and spending time with her, she came to me while I was looking in the mirror while trying to fix the hair. She said "It looks better now" with a big smile on her face. "You look beautiful" She said while helping me with the hair fixing. Hugging her back I smiled. "I know you will get used to it. I am still your mommy eventhough my hair is shorter now!". I guessed she started to realise that I would not be a different person with this new haircut and will stay the same - the mother that she has always known.