Into the wind
My hair was coming out in chunks. It was time. Brad told Maren that we were going to cut my hair today; something we’d been talking about for two weeks now.
Maren scrambled into my bed, bawling, “I don’t want you to lose your hair! I don’t want you to be bald!”
I snuggled her close and told her I didn’t need it. I would still be beautiful. I will still be her mommy.
I said, “Hey, look, do you want to try?” I used two fingers, pinched a lock of hair, and pulled. I held my fingers pressed together so she could see.
Her eyes widened. Childish curiosity and innocence won out. She reached up, pinched, and tugged. She was delighted with her prize.
I smiled, “Good job, Maren!”
We snuggled and watched a movie together in my bed. Every ten minutes or so, she would reach up, and pull a lock of my hair out. She would show me each tug and we swept them into a bowl on my nightstand when we finished admiring her bounty. I think she felt empowered and in control by the time we finished the movie.
When the time came we gathered with friends and neighbors on the back patio. We all laughed. No one cried. Maren and Brad helped cut. We took pictures. It was windy and a beautiful afternoon. Friends cheered and affirmed. My hair blew away and I felt happy. There are a lot of strawberry-blonde birds’ nests being constructed in my neighborhood today.
My Maren giggled with her friends and wasn’t afraid. Brad’s gaze had “I love you no matter what” written all over it. And, sweet Greta, I don’t think she even noticed at all.
I am so blessed.