The mommy cut…
Just the name brings to mind images of moms in high waisted, light colored jeans. Perhaps the mom in question is also rocking an ornate Christmas sweater, even though Christmas was months ago?? And along with the charming outfit– the requisite mom haircut. Wash and go. That is my fear.
Although I’ve always said I wouldn’t cut my hair short, I’ve been feeling the urge to do just that. On one hand, it would just be practical. I end up putting my hair into a ponytail nearly every day anyway and when I don’t, it’s pretty much just hanging around my shoulders in a static laden mess. I do still enjoy how it looks if I blow dry it, and curl the ends- but seriously, when do I have time to do that???
Also, Molly takes great joy in grabbing fist fulls of mommy’s hair- and then pulling with all her strength. It’s been through this little exercise, that I’ve learned that a 7 month old can be ALARMINGLY strong! It’s not at all uncommon for Molly to go to bed at night, with several strands of my hair, still clasped in her little iron fist.
Practicality aside- I do like long hair, I always have. It’s not so much that I’m worried about “looking good” or something. It’s more that when I picture “me” – long hair is just part of that picture. It’s not like I’m contemplating a buzz cut or anything- but still cutting my hair, even to my shoulders feels like a big change. I actually like shorter haircuts on lot’s of people, so it’s not that I have something against shorter hair. It’s just hard for me to picture short, on me.
I worry that if I cut it, I won’t feel like myself anymore. And is shorter hair really easier to care for than long? Will I morph into just a wife, and mommy- but lose my individuality? Or will the change be exciting? Will it help me see myself in a new way, and visibly mark this new chapter of my life, called motherhood?
To cut, or not to cut…..that is the question.