Symbolic Change

10 Inches

I got a haircut today. Sounds simple and benign and rather mundane.

But it’s my first haircut in almost two years.

It was a step towards taking care of me and the person I was before Buddy was born.

It’s not that I didn’t need a haircut. It’s just that I didn’t want to take the time away from Buddy, Munchakin or my husband to go get one.

I wouldn’t say I let myself go. I’m eating healthier than I ever have an am at my wedding weight. I just didn’t worry about my physical appearance or about feeling pampered.

Today was a big step. I cut off 10 inches of my hair and took a step towards being ok with meeting my needs once in a while.

It was also symbolic for me. I literally cut off the hair that had been growing since I was pregnant with Buddy. And I’m doing something good with it. I’m donating it to help make a wig for a woman undergoing cancer treatment.

I can’t think of a better parallel.  
Taking something traumatizing and devastating and letting go.

Taking something life altering and depressing and finding a way to serve others.

Taking something challenging and heart wrenching and still having hope and being able to make a difference.

I’m not trying to make a hair donation sound like a monumental event. I’m fortunate to have hair that grows easily. But I tried before to donate and never had the patience or strength to wait for it to get long enough. Buddy has taught me the value in both patience and strength and continues to teach me to look for the happiness and joy in any situation.

Meditation Music

“Unfinished” by Mandisa

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