Before and After

As an adult, I love to get my hair cut, because I love the feel of someone washing my hair with warm water. And depending on the stylist, if she massages my scalp, I'm in heaven. As a mother, I also enjoy the alone time. For an hour no one is crawling on me, or asking me for something or crying or fighting. I can sit there and actually finish reading a magazine. (Although, one time I was getting my hair done, I got a call from the kids at home- Someone, no one knows who, had felled the Christmas tree.)

Ceily loves to go because she gets to pretend for a few hours or a couple of days that she has lovely, straight, golden locks. "I love it because it's so pretty." And I can relate and understand completely. Ceily inherited my hair and I know she at times, probably most times, wishes she had not. I hated my "fro." I hated that I couldn't have those awesome Farrah Fawcett wings. I wanted to own a huge, thick comb, that I would constantly take from my purse and comb those wings back into perfection. I too wanted to feel the wind blow through my Dorthy Hamil do as I skated the perfect figure 8. I too wanted to run my fingers effortlessly through my hair.

It wasn't until years and years did I appreciate and love my hair.What do I love about my hair now? I'm pretty much wash and go. I don't have to brush my hair. I don't have to blow dry my hair. I don't have to curl my hair. I too can have the perfect long, straight,shiny hair, if I want. Or the "Hippie Hair" at no additional cost. Lately, she has been calling her long curly, mass of hair, "Hippie Hair." I think she is beginning to appreciate her hair a bit. But, as she gets up from the stylist's chair, I can see the glimmer in her eye. Her hair is straight and now she can be Straight Hair Ceily for a bit. Because the second she jumps into that pool, the eternal curls spring back to life.