savagemama: Short for solidarity

A few weeks ago after Lucille chopped off all of her hair I took her to a professional to smooth out the rough edges. This woman did an amazing job of talking me off my ledge and making Lucille’s haircut look purposeful. On our way out the door of the salon I made an appointment with the only man who works there. The woman who had so skillfully trimmed Lucille’s hair only worked on kids, it seems, so I scheduled a haircut for myself with Mario.

No one likes to feels different, no one likes to feel alone and I’d been worried that my little three-year-old was feeling both. I wanted to do something that said you’re not on your own on this one. I wanted her to know I had her back. So I decided to cut my hair off too.

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