Obviously, I have no issues with hair. I grow it long. I chop it off. I dye it purple. I dye it blue. I do feathers. I do extensions. I've had curly. I've had straight. I've had blonde. I've had black.
But Piper's hair? MAN.
It seriously took me, oh, like 5 or 6 months to FINALLY agree with Bryce that we needed to cut Piper's hair. What was I going to do? Let it grow down to her ankles? A real-life Rapunzel?
I kept repeating, "Yes, we're going to cut her hair soon." Then it was , "after Idaho", "after Disneyland", "after family pictures", "before family pictures"...you see what I'm talking about? Why couldn't I just commit and cut her hair? What was so terrifying about cutting Piper's hair?
I think it had something to do with no more babies. As crazy as that sounds, that's the conclusion I keep coming to.
She's my oldest; my first baby. As my mom gently puts it, my first guinea pig. Technically, we've cut her hair once, but that was to even it out (you know, it was growing in the "V" formation). But we didn't take very much off and that was before she was 2 years-old.
That's four years of growth. Four years of my life. Four years of having babies, watching them grow and change. Becoming who they are. I feel like Piper's hair was attached to the latest life decision that I had made, which was to not have any more babies. I'm 30, feeling awesome, ready to move on to the next decade of my life and enjoy it.
Yah, it sounds crazy when I put it into words, but I could not bring myself to cut Piper's hair simply because I wasn't ready to have her look older. Just as I'm not ready for Scarlet to start walking (which, by the way, she took three steps towards me while I was going potty...if I hadn't been preoccupied, I would have jumped up off the seat with a HUZZAH on my lips).
Anyways, I knew if I wasn't going to schedule it, it was never going to happen. So we scheduled it, I was nervous, but excited, I didn't cry and now Piper's looks as cute as a button. Now, I say to my silly self, "See? That wasn't so hard!"
Yep. Just wait until she asks for her first thong, then maybe I'll change my mind.
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