As the mom of gingers, I’ve gotten used to being stopped in public to discuss my children’s hair.
I get the usual comments like, “Oh my goodness, their hair is gorgeous!” and I get things like “My nephew is a redhead”.
People often tell me that “People pay good money for that colour”. I think that one is my favourite. I’ve heard it all.
Of course, Evelyn’s hair has always attracted EXTRA attention. But it wasn’t always like that. She was actually pretty bald for the first year of her life.
She had this orange fuzz all over her head (very cute), but soon enough, little copper-coloured corkscrew curls started showing up, and by the time she was two years old, she had a head full of thick, ginger curls almost down to her shoulders.
We’ve never thought to cut her hair and she never asked for it. We were thrilled when Brave was released, and Evelyn was so excited to have hair exactly like Princess Merida. By the time she turned four, her hair reached her little bum and she used to pretend to be a mermaid in the bathtub.
But last week, a tragedy occurred. Evelyn is nearly five years old and has never had her hair cut, but for some ungodly reason, she decided that she wanted/needed short hair.
I will never forget the events of that dreadful evening. It started out as a normal night. I told Evelyn to get ready for bed and she disappeared in to the bathroom.
After about 15 minutes, she still wasn’t in bed. I went to check on her in the bathroom, and when I opened the door, she was standing on a stool in front of the mirror with a pair of scissors in her hand. She turned to me with a huge smile on her face and said excitedly, “Mom, it’s so short!” She had cut her own hair!
The left side fell just to her shoulder, and she had snipped some of the front pieces to only about an inch long. The right side had a few short pieces, but wasn’t terrible. I looked around the bathroom and there were long, ginger tendrils all over the bathroom floor, on the step-stool, in the sink, in the shower.
I started to panic. I couldn’t control the volume of my voice, but I couldn’t form a proper word anyway, and I was close to tears. I started saying things like, “Wha…?!? Why?!? What did you…?!?”
My husband came in the bathroom and he was just as shocked as I was. Evelyn started crying. It was pandemonium.
After I calmed Evelyn down and put her to bed, I promised her that we would go get it fixed the next day. I crawled up next to her and stroked her mangled hair. I was so upset that I cried and I didn’t even want to look at her.
But the next morning, I kept my promise and kept her out of school so we could go for a PROPER haircut. Evelyn told the hairdresser that she wanted short hair, so the lady did the best she could to even up Evelyn’s handiwork.
After almost five years of growth, my daughter had to get her hair lopped off into a short bob. I admit, she looks adorable, but I loved those ginger curls. They were a labour of love and she didn’t seem like Evelyn without them.
Joe and I were pretty upset for the first day or two, but you know, I think the change suits her. Evelyn’s rough and tough, and that long hair was just a hassle when she was headed out to play in the dirt. The length of her hair was irrelevant.
Besides, she’s still ginger, that’s the important thing to remember. I think that’s where her personality stems from. Well, there’s that and the genes she got from her AWESOME mom. I was going to say that her gingerness was part of her soul, but we all know that gingers don’t have souls.
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