On a Whim

I've been known to trim hair a time or two. I remember a day when post pregnancy hormones were surging through my body and I had my mom hack at my hair. She was crazy for agreeing to it, but you don't say no to a sleep deprived mama who's wielding scissors. I held up sections of hair and said "cut."  It's funny now to think about it.  I was insane. There's only been one time that I've attacked my own hair with scissors. It was to correct a horrible hair cut and in the end, I had to pay a second person a lot of money to fix the 2 butchered cuts. Anyway, I say all that to say when someone says "will you cut my hair," my normal answer is "sure, why not?"  I don't know why I'm so lackadaisical about hair when I'm such a perfectionist about other things.

Tonight, Jaelyn asked me to cut bangs.  We worked so hard to grow her bangs out two years ago.  I offered to take her to have a professional cut it tomorrow, but she didn't want to wait (because here's a secret, Jaelyn thinks Mommy does EVERYTHING better than anyone else.  She's wrong of course, but it warms my heart that she thinks that).  I sectioned off her hair and she is now sporting side swept bangs.  She wanted them a little bit longer, but you don't get to be picky when you ask Mommy for help.  She actually said "they'll grow out to the length I want them."