Except last week I was on the receiving end of this all-too familiar cry for help. Mom had just left the salon and she HATED her new haircut.
"It can't be THAT bad, Mom."
"It is bad enough to make me cry."
I felt completely hopeless and I said what everyone always says, and meant it, "I'm sure it doesn't look THAT bad."
And I was right. I saw her on Easter Sunday and absolutely LOVED her new haircut. It was adorably chic and suitable for her face shape. Sure it was on the shorter end then what she was used to, but she looked beautiful.
I couldn't help but ponder the idea of parents and children reaching an age where the playing field is level; parents become friends instead of superiors and advice is equally sought after.
"What did Dad think?" (men, take note here)
"He didn't ask or comment. He knew it was a touchy subject."
3 comments:
I always think the stylists are watching me when I leave the salon, too! I still remember a terrible "mullet" haircut right before my 4th grade pictures. I cried and cried.
Where on earth did you find that picture? I remember that Christmas like it was yesterday!
I sneak some things out of Grandma's albums :)
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