The first was in kindergarten. This was during a time when my favorite thing to say was "No brush, no bows." I can't remember where my mom was, she might have been out of town, but it was my dad's job to get me ready for school. What I do remember is getting to school and going straight to my teacher in tears, crying out - "Just look at what my daddy did to my hair." Apparently his efforts of putting my hair in pig-tails wasn't very good, and it cause me to cry. My parents still laugh about this story.
The second time was last fall. During this time my parents and doctors were slowing telling me about the ordeal I had been through. It felt like I would get little pieces at a time. But my dad was the one to tell me that they had to shave part of my hair to do the surgery - and that because it was an emergency surgery, it wasn't a good hair cut. Although I didn't have my voice back yet, I do remember slowly reaching up to touch my head on the right and feel the long, wavy strands of hair. And then I tracked over my left side, and felt the brittle pieces of shaved hair. Tears slowly streamed down my face. I think part of my tears was this was the first thing I was actually able to comprehend. A lot of what I was being told seemed like a dream - stroke, brain surgery, removing part of my skull - it didn't seem real. But actually feeling my hair made it a reality.
A few days later my hair dresser came to see me. I cried and begged for her to cut my hair to make it look better - but because I was still in the ICU she said I needed to wait. Mom took me to her house the day after I got out of the hospital to even it out. And I went back to her in March to get it cut again - my hair grows very quickly, is think, and has crazy curls in it.
Besides "how are you feeling?" the question I get most these days is "Are you going to keep your hair short?" Apparently my new hairstyle is something everyone wants to talk about and give me advice for. I don't really have an answer to what I'm going to do. I have two feelings about it:
1. I look at myself in the minor and see a new person. And the haircut is sometimes a reminder of what I've been through these last few months. It wasn't a decision I made - it was made for me in an effort to save my life.
2. Having really short hair makes it really easy to get ready in the morning
I know I'm definitely going to keep it short for awhile - it gets too-stinkin' hot here. But I don't know what's next. So I've decided to let my friends and family decided. Below are two pictures - one is my long hair style, and the other is of me with short hair on Easter. Let me know which one you think.
Long Hair : (This is from when my best-friend Elise and I went to Hawaii)
ahh i am torn between those pics! It really is super cute short--i think you should keep it short for summer and then start growing it out for winter come fall :)
ReplyDeleteI love it both ways of course! But I think keeping it short would be an awesome idea. You've got great facial structure for it, it's easy to manage, and it's a testament for all you have overcome. I like the idea of a new hairstyle for a new era, a changed you!
ReplyDeleteI have another friend with the cute pixie cut and she gets ready in seconds! It's ridiculous how easy it is for her and it always looks good and like she "did her hair" even though she did virtually nothing, and the humidity doesn't hit it at all! I'm all for practicality, especially when the result is that cute pic below!
ReplyDeleteI like it short. Very sassy.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Elisa - short for the summer and then grow it out in the fall.
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