It's Just Hair!!!

I'm going to get real with you people. If you are offended by my writing...that is your issue. I cannot control how you react to the things that you read on the interwebs. With that said...apologies in advance if sailor Lety comes out.

Last night I took my daughter out to go school shopping. I have a stock pile of school supplies but what she needed was OFFICE supplies to stock the teachers desk. Yes, I am bitter about buying post-it notes and scotch tape but that's a whole other post.

As we were checking out my daughter was asking when we could get her hair done. She decided she has grown tired of the ying yang color scheme and with Cross Country starting up she didn't want to be running 8 miles a day with long hair. She was ready to get her hair chopped off. I glanced up and saw the Wal-mart salon was empty, and it looked as if the stylist had a current hair style herself so I pointed to the salon and told my daughter to go for it. Off she went to the counter of the salon to check in.

She decided on a super short, and super cute pixie cut. The stylist gave me lots of grumbles and mmm-hmmm's about her age, her bleach job, etc. etc.

Here's the thing. I really don't give a shit what anyone thinks about the choices I make for and with my children. Any of them. My daughter happens to be an artsy spirit who loves being an individual. She doesn't want to look like your typical blond hair cheerleader. So what! Why do people care?

My child is in all advanced courses in 7th grade, as she has been in previous years. She received good grades, has zero behavioral issues, and keeps her legs closed. That's more than a lot of moms can say and while I certainly do not strive for mediocrity I will settle for better than average because I think teaching children to strive for the best is setting them up for failure. You can't always be the best. Ask the executive who took his own life because working to be the best was killing his spirit.

Anyway, a friend commented on a picture of my daughter's new do that I posted on Facebook and it got me thinking yet again about why people care so much about these things. She said that she loved that I was a cool enough mom to let my daughter do what she wants and while I think that is a very sweet thing for her to say...

I'm the most uncool mofo up in this place. IMO.

So, my point is this. My daughter is 12. She is in 7th grade. She has boobs. I don't see what the big deal is with cutting and dying her hair.

It's Just Hair!!!

 Above is a front view of the new cut and color

 Above is a side view of the new cut and color

Above is her before look, and I think it is safe to say that her spirit is always beautiful and radiant no matter what color her damn hairs are!