Last summer we ran into one of Summer’s teachers at the pool club. Mrs. Luman.
First of all, you never quite get used to seeing one of your child’s teachers in a bathing suit. But that day, the focus was not on her swimwear. But rather, her hair. Mrs. Luman was sporting a short bob that hung right below her ears.
From that moment forward, whenever the topic of hair came up, Summer had only one thing to say…
“I want hair like Mrs. Luman.”
As much as I adore Mrs. Luman (a lovely middle aged woman with a gorgeous accent), I did not want my preschool daughter to look like a lovely middle aged woman with a gorgeous accent.
But Summer was relentless.
She begged. She pleaded. She whined.
And that’s how, almost an entire year later, we ended up at the hair salon. And by that time, after hearing Summer’s pleas, my 6 year-old daughter Dylan also wanted to look like Mrs. Luman.
There was no way I would allow them chin length bobs but I had agreed to something a bit Luman-esque.
This is Dylan before her haircut…
Not so short. And lovely.
Then it was Summer’s turn. Here she is before…
And then Dylan looked at Summer’s hair, frowned and said, “Is my hair as short as Summer’s? I want my hair to be as short as hers.”
And because I only have four kids and must be really new at this parenting thing, I said,”Yours is only about an inch longer.”
Dylan was not pleased. At all. Like Newt Gingrich after “Meet the Press,” I tried to backtrack. I explained that I was wrong. I told her, it must have been the lighting or maybe my low blood sugar or post rapture fatigue that made her hair look just the tiniest bit longer. But now I could clearly see it was the SAME LENGTH.
But it was too late.
Back into the chair she went. I held my breath and watched the strawberry blonde locks fall.
And by the time the scissors stopped flying, there was a sh*tload of hair on the floor.
I feel a little drained and traumatized by the whole experience. Mostly because it gave me flashbacks to 6th grade when I cut off very long, beautiful hair and ended up with an EXTREMELY short do that made me look half Chachi/half Chia Pet.
But this isn’t about me. Or Scott Baio.
It’s about my girls who look adorable.
And more importantly they are completely, ecstatically happy.
Mrs. Luman and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
mama bird notes:
I’m at The Mouthy Housewives today giving advice on dating a much younger man. So go on over and check it out.