Over breakfast today my kids were in a playful mood, not the usual scurry hurry mornings we have when it's a school/workday. I noticed my little girls hair was really falling over her face and with a jolt I remember her last bang cut was February. It's gotten pretty long it covers her eyes all the way to the tip of her nose when she's not wearing a headband. I rummage through my drawers for a pair of good scissors and ask her if she'd like mama to cut her bangs. She beamed and said yes. We were all set on blunt, full bangs. (She saw it on TV and since then we were cutting her bangs this way.)
Now the cutting part. And with a flash I remember I read somewhere a mom is also a nurse, a teacher, a playmate and all other things rolled into one. Well, this mom is a hairdresser too. I part her hair and snip snap through the front crossing her shut eyelids and she twitches. She's scared that I might accidentally snip her eyelids off. I tell her Mama's really extra careful and that I'd never ever hurt her and she relaxes. After I cut her bangs she opens her eyes and looks into the mirror. She thinks it's the best cut ever, not caring about how off it looks on one side and how a bit chopped zigzagly it is near the center. (Aside form these few flaws I think she looks cute in her new bangs).
Ok Dora. There you go.
I don't think it would be long until she notices her mama isn't really the best hairdresser there is. Soon she'll realize mama doesn't really know everything. Soon she'll falter in her trust for mama and when it happens I know I won't be getting anywhere with a pair of scissors near her hair. Moments are fleeting, as it is. But memories of us, bang cuts and all are forever.
