I Am Not My Hair!

I finally had to do it. Not because my hair was coming out in clumps, revealing bald patches, but because I couldn't stand finding hairs all over my clothes, cleaning it out of the shower and sink drains. Waking up with my pillow covered with it. Mentally, I needed to move on.



So, Joseph said he'd shave my head after work. I told Elizabeth of my plan and she delicately asked if she could watch. ok. Then she called Berta. ok. Then Natalie called to see if I wanted to go with her to get her nose pierced (Debbie and Kristi were going). I said I couldn't because I was shaving my head. Can we come watch? ok. Belinda called to ask if she could drop off a gift, so I said she'd have to join the party. Then I called Lisa.



It was a happening. We all gathered around our kitchen table, held hands and squeezed. Berta suggested we all think of a chrysalis metamorphosing into something new and different. I cried at the first swipe of the shears, but after that I felt excited.



Zoe was in good spirits because we had done so much work preparing her for this moment. But Kai was not happy. He kept saying, "I no like your hair" and it was obvious that he was getting increasingly anxious about the whole thing. Berta suggested leaving some hair just for him to get used to it, and so that when I wear my hats, there'd be a little hair sticking out at the bottom. It was a good idea. 3 days later, he's still saying, "You look like a man", and "I no like your hair", and "Grow it back, mom", but he's not freaked out like he was. (Peter, notice the bracelet:)



What could've been a sad evening for me turned out to be special and empowering. The universe sent me friends who are helping change my perspective about the whole hair thing. It's going to be hard at times, but it's going to be a way I can better answer the question, who am I really?........ I am certainly not my hair.