This time last year, I got a mom hair cut. Mom cuts are classified under the "I would never do prior to having a baby" list. And like 99% of that list, I had to cross it off as something I did.
Now before you judge me, I really really really wanted to believe that having a short, stereotypical mom hair cut would somehow make life a whole lot easier. Trust me, it doesn't.
At this point in Michael's life, he still needed to be carried most of the time, couldn't hold a bottle himself yet, and barely rolled around. Since I was spending most of my time with him and barely saw a shower, I wondered often about how i would ever get the time to fix my hair.
Michael also loved playing with my hair. Play time for him = pain time for me.
My hair at this point was always in a ponytail. And as I mentioned before, my hair was difficult to manage.
I went back and forth for about a month. The thing that scared me the most about doing it was a fear of change. But one day, I just decided to do it.
And went from this-
to
Everyone loved it. I loved it. It felt freeing. It was gratifying. It was the most impulsive thing I've ever done.
I was even able to donate my hair (9 inches of it to be exact) to a local charity, making it one of the most rewarding things I've done in my life.
Then, it got to that middle stage where I didn't know what to do with it. It was too short to put into a ponytail, but was too long to maintain that cute, pixy, short look. It was an awkward period.
Cut it again? Or grow it out?
I missed my long hair. And to be honest, it was much harder to manage short hair than my long hair. With long hair, I always had the option of a cute bun like-
or simply a ponytail like
this.
But with short hair, all you can do is pin it back. Otherwise, I would've been a frizzy mess.
In the end, I opted to grow out my hair. It looks like this now-
Of course I choose a silly photo of myself to add to this post.It's still in that awkward growing out phase, but at least I can do this with it:
Do I regret my mom hair cut? Not at all. What I was most happy about was that I actually went and did it.
Ask me this the year before? I probably wouldn't have done it out of fear of change.
But, it doesn't make life easier. There will still be the days of sinks full of dishes, dirty carpets, messy floors, unfolded laundry, and errands errands errands.
One less thing to do, my hair, didn't necessarily equate less things to do in general.
I experienced the mom cut. But like a fine and expensive dish, one time is just enough.
Not gonna lie though, I occasionally miss this short look-
~Kristina
