My girl's hair is incredibly thick - when wet it's nearly impossible to get a ponytail elastic around it. It's beautiful brown hair that flows down her back. It's also incredibly hot. With the Chicago area heatwave in full force, she decided enough was enough; it was time to cut the hair.
I made an appointment for both of us to get our hair cut by my stylist this afternoon. The girl decided she would go second so she could think about how exactly she wanted her hair cut. Her eyes were a little teary, and I could tell she was beginning to feel unsure about the big cut-your-hair plan, so as she climbed into the chair and began to tell Mikel about her dream hairstyle, I breathed a sigh of relief.
So now it's done. My baby made her SECOND grown-up decision today (the first was getting her ears pierced), and I couldn't be more proud of her. She looks fabulous, but also older than I'd like her to look. I know her hair will grow out, and I know I'll get used to to the new 'do, but I know I'll also miss the little girl she used to be.
