On September 9, 2008, I cut off my long hair. It was a ceremonial ladies night out of dinner, martinis, wine, laughs, and fun.
On November 18, 2009, I shaved off the 5 inches of hair it took me 11 months to grow. My husband's BFF was in town and brought over our favorite pizza. Once the kids were in bed, Rose brought out the fish haircut bib and clippers and chopped the mop as Col and Sid swept and vacuumed. No martinis. No drama. No photos. No antics. We just did it. They are amazing friends.
This morning, the pitter patter of little feet came in to our room. "She's bald, Cookie. She's bald." As my 7 year old and 4 year old petted and kissed my new doo, they loved me just the same. "Am I going to be bald when I'm a mommy?" As a tear rolled down my face I said, "No, Cookie, I pray you will never have to be bald."
My husband has been so supportive. As long as I have the love of my family and friends, and remind myself that this is just a temporary, I'll be OK. I'm sad and pissed and can't understand why I had to shave my head...again. But I am trying to dig deep, keep the faith, and remind myself that this too shall pass.
I don't really want to talk about it. Thanks to all of my loved ones for the text messages and emails and phone calls. The support is humbling. I'm trying to pep up, but this sucks.
*Sigh*
I think you have the right to a "sucky" day for whatever reason, especially since you are on your second time around. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
ReplyDeleteThinking about you. As you said...this too shall pass. You did it once, you can do it again, and this will be the last!! :)
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