My Hair, My Mom

I finally received my mom's college graduation gift for me (three years late). She's always been adamant that I have my hair "relaxed" or treated. My hair was getting wavy since it's always up in a pony tail and it has been her dream that I have straight hair with bangs.

I've always had straight hair. There was a disastrous year in my life when I had curly hair. It wasn't curly-princess locks, it was curly-clown hair. Like a wig. This was also my mother's doing. She took me to the neighborhood hairdresser and had them put all these curlers in my 4 year old hair.

When I was 9 or 10, my mom also decided I needed to have my bangs trimmed. And since it was just bangs, she decided she could do it herself. We set up a chair and ready the scissors for this seemingly simple task. We take almost an hour, with her chopping off most of my bangs, leaving only less than an inch on my forehead. It had to take my dad to stop her from her cutting frenzy.

There was a decade in between where my mom let me do what I wished with my mane. I cut it chin length, shoulder-length, had it layered. Never doing more than the occasional trim. But I've never cared much for how they looked. I inherited getting gray hair young from my father's side so I started having it dyed. But still, I was in charge now.

So I give in this year, 2009. I figured, new year, new hair and decided to take her up on her offer. But I did not say yes to bangs. Not yet any way.



Thank you Mommy!