There are consequences for our actions...
and few childhood pastimes drive that lesson home
like playing hairdresser.
Who else remembers the Crissy dolls from the early '70s, with hair that "grows and grows"?
Crissy DollDenise Van Patten
Well, I cut it off. Her pony tail. Cut it. Right. Off.
And guess what? It did not grow back. Darn you, Ideal Toy Corporation! This was not my ideal toy by a long stretch.
Fast forward 30 years when my daughter, Miranda, was born with lots of dark, straight hair, just like her mommy. But then something miraculous (and possibly hormonal) happened-- her hair grew out in soft, loose curls. The kind her mommy always wanted, but was never lucky enough to have. Her doctor said it wouldn't last, but I vowed then and there that I would not be responsible for cutting it off.
(Dylan, if you're reading this, please don't feel bad... I forgave you long ago, and am since grateful for the little ditty that came of it!)
MY SISTER’S FIRST HAIRCUT
Today I cut my sister’s hair
(she told me to, you see)
but then my mother had a fit—
not at her, but me!
She said I should know better
since my sister’s only three.
So I just sighed and said, “Okay…
this time the cut is free.”
© 2008 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.
With thanks to Linda Baie, whose "15 word or less" poem on Laura Purdie Salas' blog yesterday inspired today's post.
Oh, do you want to be inspired too? Well then head over to The Poem Farm, where Amy has today's Poetry Friday roundup!