I decided to bring a bit of brightness to my day today when another grey, bland day raised its head. So I brought some flowers to cheer myself up and I love them.
I’ve also had a lovely day (well afternoon) with my SD. Her mum and I had been unsuccessfully attempting to gently cajole her into cutting her bum length, extremely thick hair. A normal morning would involve 10 minutes of trying to brush the knots out of her hair whilst she stood there being a normal kid and moaning. The evenings were even worse especially on the nights we had to wash her hair, with tears (from all of us), her mum or me standing in a hot steamy bathroom attempting to tame her wet knotty hair and my SD understandably getting more and more impatient.
Her mum text me 2 days ago basically saying we’ve got to do something as the situation is becoming unmanageable, especially with her returning to school. I agree and say I’ll have a think.
My SD comes home from school yesterday and we begin to watch Malory Towers, she loves Darrell one of the lead girls. I comment whilst we both watch, that with shorter hair she’d look like Darrell. I see the thought sink in.
A bit later over tea we’re discussing a poorly child in her school and how the poor little girl has lost her hair due to her chemotherapy treatment. I mention that you can donate your hair to make wigs for poorly children like that.
At bed time she asks for me to tuck her in which is the first time in forever. I sit on her bed and talk about her day. She asks to donate her hair to the childrens wig charity and it makes my heart swell. There’s my adorable SD lurking underneath the eye rolls. I tell her I see what I can do.
I text her mum and she agrees we should jump on this opportunity. I’m lucky that my hairdressers has a space after 4:30 today.
So I surprise her by picking her up from school today and together we go to her first grown up hair appointment. I love sharing this excitement with her. The hairdresser is lovely and really chats to her about her day, praising the brave thing she’s doing. At the end her hair looks just like Darrels and I can tell my SD is thrilled to bits to have chosen her hair and have some grown up time. She also enjoys the fuss.
As we leave, my hairdresser produces a box of chocolates for her and I want to cry. We go home, where my husband makes a fuss of us both and we share fish and chips.
I look at the sunflowers and think the grey days turned golden. I didnt need alcohol to chase that feeling.