Wow! That sounds great!
"Mom, look at this article! May I cut your hair?"
Surprisingly, she agreed.
Chair, sheet, scissors comb and victim, er, I mean volunteer.
Step 1 - "OK, I can do this..."
Step 2 - "Looks fine so far..."
Step 3 - "Hmmm, I wonder if I'm doing this right?"
Step 4 - "Oh, oh!"
Step 5 - "We'd better stop now..."
Well, the article had one thing right - steps. My mom's scalp looked like the well-worn steps of Chichen Itza!
Whatever possessed my mom to allow her inexperienced 15 year old daughter to cut her hair?
One thing. Love.
My mom passed away from ovarian cancer in 2009. I never did get to thank her for all the opportunities she gave us to experiment; whether it was in the kitchen, learning to clean, or even with her own hair."
She taught us:
- that if we made a mess in the kitchen, it could be cleaned up.
- that learning can be messy and imperfect. You knew that with practise, we'd improve. (You didn't follow us around and redo our first sweeping/dusting/vacuuming attempts.)
- that hair will grow back and a good hairdresser can work wonders! (Thankfully!)