Last night we had a girls haircut night here on the Homestead.
For quite a few years, I’ve been cutting hair. Not professionally, at all. Ha! But it all started when I was about… oh… 12 years old and my mom didn’t want me to have bangs.
I had been wearing my hair all one length for quite a few years. I don’t even know why she didn’t want me to have bangs because I had bangs when I was little? But she must of had her reasons.
Anywho, one day I went into the bathroom at about 12 years of age, or maybe 13, it doesn’t really matter. I decided to cut just the teensiest amount of bangs and then just wet them and smear them to my head so my mom would never know. I decided I could do this, then just brush the bangs down when I went off to school, then wet them and smear them back up on my head before I went home! My mom would be happy, and I would be happy. And all would be well.
My memory is a little fuzzy, but I recall something about sitting around the dinner table one evening and suddenly a bit of my bangs fell down onto my forehead. I don’t think I noticed, but one of my three sisters did. I’m quite sure she exclaimed something about me having cut my bangs, and the rest was history.
I guess my mom realized then that I really DID want bangs, badly enough to cut them myself and try to hide it from her. Ha!
From there we had several transitions with the bangs.
Aren’t I brave to share highschool photos with you all?
If you knew me well, you’d know just how brave I’m being. I HATE photos of myself!
And that brings me to the “loving yourself” part of this post.
Julia always gets upset with me because I don’t like her snapping photos in my direction. Hee hee. She says she’s not going to have any memories of her Mommy.
I’m also really big on telling my girls they need to love themselves for who they are, not what they see others looking like, etc., you know the drill.
I think I’m sending mixed messages to my daughters.
I have four of them, so it’s really important to me that I get this right.
I don’t want to be a hypocrite. How would THAT be for credibility?!
So that means I’ve been having to learn how to “love myself”, JUST AS I AM. *gulp*
I can’t tell my girls to love themselves, then hate the way I look.
I always blame it on being overweight. That I don’t FEEL like myself, that I don’t LOOK like myself, so I hate pictures of myself, this way.
However, I’ve been saying that for 10 years now and I’m not any closer to looking like “myself” now, then I was 10 years ago. So I guess either my children will go the rest of their lives without photos of their mama, or I need to just get over myself.
Some how, I think it’s best I just get over myself.
Last night I cut Julia, Shaylah, and my hair. Joshua (son) recently got an iphone and had snapped several photos of me. In every photo, to me, I looked like some balding old lady! I’ve been wearing a ‘side swept’ bang for quite some time now. I thought it looked ok! Until I saw myself in all these photos with my forehead bulging through the ‘side swept’ parting. *gasp!*
I decided I need “real” bangs again. No more side sweeping! So it was time for hair cuts! I had been promising the girls for days already.
Shaylah, always had VERY fine hair. It seems it’s suddenly decided to thicken up! It’s amazing really, it’s like she has 3times the hair now! Just since I last trimmed it. She wanted a slightly more ‘choppy’ hair do, but didn’t want me to cut any of the length. I convinced her that trimming it would be best to take off the scraggy ends but that I’d only take off an inch or so, then slightly layer/chop the bottom. She was happy with that.
Julia didn’t want much done except to trim the bottom up a bit. She seems to be developing some wave to her hair.
And finally, my own hair cut.
(that’s a Linnea top by the way, just incase you were wondering…)
I was REALLY brave this morning. I don’t know what ever possessed me. I’m not even wearing makeup, yet I dared to snap photos of my hair cut!
It’s very hard to snap a good photo of yourself with a heavy camera, in the mirror, and it’s very tempting to just shove that camera right in front of my face and leave it there. hee hee
But I guess since I’m going to be meeting some of you in person soon (Vancouver Island get together) I will continue to just ‘get over myself’ and be brave.
Although, when we meet up, I’ll try to wear some make up.
Wouldn’t want to scare anyone away!
(JUST KIDDING! I’m working on it, I WILL learn to love myself!)