Chop chop

I'd been contemplated cutting my hair ever since Violet was born. When I nursed her, my hair would often tickle her face, sometimes waking her up when she fell asleep. She was always getting it caught in her fingers or fists, like here:


And now that it's finally (sometimes) getting hot, my hair felt really heavy on my neck.

When my hair gets past a certain length, I like to try to grow it out so that I can donate it to Locks of Love, an organization that makes wigs for children who lose their hair because of medical reasons. I've done it once before, and it's a great feeling. The only thing, however, is that they require a minimum of 10 inches for the hair to be used in their hairpieces. So I'd been waiting for my hair to get long enough for me to donate my 10 inches and still be recognizable from afar as a female.

So today was the day. Here are a couple of before and after photos.

I'm getting a little bit of a twinge seeing it here. I never see my hair from the back, and it looked kind of pretty in this picture.

I was most worried about what Jack would say, because he's such a particular little fellow. But he had been telling me for a few weeks now that I should get my hair cut "as short as Ammah's." When I got home, I asked him if he liked it.

"Yes," he said. "It looks like Ammah's."

And, because I love her, I will choose to feel flattered that my child told me that my new haircut makes me look like my mother.

Then I showed him the hair that I was sending to Locks of Love.


I told him that I was giving it to people who needed it.

"Like Uncle Adam?" he asked.

Heh.

The one thing that's really different is that the stylist changed my part from the left to the right. She said that my hair naturally goes that way, so maybe my bangs won't give me quite so much trouble if I brush them to the right.

I'm still getting used to it. I know that I'll still be feeling for it in the shower. The test will be to see how it looks after I wash it and don't have someone to blow dry it all pretty for me. Hopefully I'll still look like my mom to my son.

Oh, and Adam? You're welcome. :)