A Ponytail: More Than Meets The Eye
It’s just a hair -do.
You know?
But then again
it isn’t.
It’s so much more.
So much more.
I keep seeing her grow up
and hair styles
and not holding my hand when we walk by summer staffers
and giving me hugs when she thinks I just need them
and making peace with her siblings
or trying to earn money to save for a zhu zhu pet
or writing things down
or reading directions alone
or reading all of Alice in Wonderland all by herself to her siblings at night while they are in bed.
She used to have the cutest little girl haircut.
But when the scissors came round this time, she made a request.
“Can I grow my hair out longer?” she asked. “Can it get long enough to have a ponytail?”
We said yes and we let life happen and hair grow.
Until one morning recently London came out of the bathroom.
“I think it’s long enough now,” she told me.
I didn’t have to ask what she was talking about.
I already knew.
“Bring me the ponytail holders,” I said.
It was a little like working magic, with a twist here and a hidden barrette there and about a dozen other barrettes holding wisps of golden hair.
But in the end
London
had
a
ponytail.
And thus begins the first of many hair trials and tribulations my daughter will endure throughout her life.
Yeah.
It’s about so much more
than
hair.
2 Comments
Sherry
And so it begins………………….hold on tight my friend, they slip away so fast.
LaceyKeigley
I will.
Hold on tight, that is.