The magazine article promised - "How to Cut Hair in Ten Easy Steps!" Wow! That sounds great!
"Mom, look at this article! May I cut your hair?"
Surprisingly, she agreed. Chair, sheet, scissors comb and victim, er, I mean volunteer.
Step 1 - "OK, I can do this..."
Step 2 - "Looks fine so far..."
Step 3 - "Hmmm, I wonder if I'm doing this right?"
Step 4 - "Oh, oh!"
Step 5 - "We'd better stop now..."
Well, the article had one thing right - steps. My mom's scalp looked like the well-worn steps of Chichen Itza! Whatever possessed my mom to allow her inexperienced 15-year-old daughter to cut her hair?
One thing. Love.
My mom passed away from ovarian cancer in 2009. I never did get to thank her for all the opportunities she gave us to experiment; whether it was in the kitchen, learning to clean, or even with her own hair.
Mom, you taught us that:
- If we made a mess in the kitchen, it could be cleaned up.
- Learning can be messy and imperfect. You knew that with practice, we'd improve. You didn't follow us around and redo our first sweeping/dusting/vacuuming attempts.
- Hair will grow back and a good hairdresser can work wonders! (Thankfully!)
Happy Mother's Day, Mom! Thank you.