Guest Author - Lynne Chapman
Here's to you Mom!
Did you realize that you were signing on as a personal hairdresser and consultant when you gave birth to your daughter?
In the beginning you waited patiently, washing my baldhead with a washcloth,
hoping for the day when your baby would grow hair so that people would quit mistaking me for a boy. When hair finally began to grow, you were thrilled that you could put a bow in it and curl the ends for special occasions. In the next few years you had to chase me to comb my hair and tenderly remove the tangles, one strand at a time, while I whimpered and you carefully put in pigtails that I promptly pulled out.
You finally had the daughter with the lovely long locks, if you carefully curled each piece so it wouldn't be stringy. Did you feel awfully unappreciated when I ran my hands through the curls in an attempt to straighten it again?
You stood by me through so many hairstyles in my adolescent years, letting me cut off my waist length hair even when it broke your heart. Then you were so encouraging in helping me to grow it out when I bemoaned my choice.
You must have dreaded prom time. Those prom-dos were a matter of life or death to me. And I do appreciate the day you painstakingly worked for hours on my hair because I didn't get a date for the prom until the last minute making it impossible to get a salon appointment.
Then there were the times you let me experiment with streaking, bleaching and some odd hair colors that I thought I had to have. You taught me what colors I looked good in and I learned from you even when I didn't believe you. Oh, and Mom, I am so thankful that you refused to let me dye my hair black two weeks before my senior pictures were to be taken. What was I thinking?
How many salon visits did you finance before I found the perfect hairdresser to do my hair for my wedding? And then the practice visits before I was happy with the ultimate wedding day style.
Thank you Mom for always being there for me through the years. I want you to know that, though it took thirty-something years, I appreciate your diligence and hard work. You were there through thick and thin, short and long, blue and green, and you will be my role model when my hair turns to salt and pepper, always modeling what is right.