Changing One’s Mind

Well, I’m going to have to eat my words today and they taste nasty, I’m here to tell you.

If you haven’t followed along in my blogs, I’ll give you a quick run-down of my hair issues. For years, I had long ass hair that I highlighted to be a sparkly blonde chick. I cut it short a couple of times but was quick to decide that I preferred it long so I always painfully grew it back out. About 2 years ago, my hair was blonde and down well past my bra strap, when it began to fall out and I found myself victim of a fun phenomenon called Telogen Effluvium which is hair loss due to stress, a traumatic event, etc. of which I had all the causes and once things settled down inside my blended family, that’s when the shit hit the fan. I was bald from head to toe.

By the grace of God himself, my hair all grew back but because of the traumatic event of losing all of my hair, and here I will say thank you God I didn’t lose it because of cancer, I decided to keep it short. I just couldn’t fathom having long ass chunks of it falling out in my hands again. That was damn scary, y’all!

So, with decision made, I went to see my dear sweet bad ass hairdresser every 4 weeks or so to keep it short and easy as hell to take care of until . . .

My husband and I were sitting in our usual evening spots on the couch when a discussion ensued about my hair. We were flanked by two of my kids and two of his kids all spread out on the couch with us watching Big Brother or maybe it was Walking Dead, I don’t remember. A commercial had come on with my husband’s favorite obsession, Jennifer Lopez, doing a shampoo commercial. I think my oldest bonus son asked what my plans were for my hair. I looked at him confused because why would he care and said that I had planned on keeping it short. The others chimed in as well how they loved and missed my long hair.

Well, this particular discussion was an orchestration of monumental proportions. It was a ploy to get me to grow my hair back out. Evidently my husband mentioned in a conversation with his kids and my kids on separate occasions while I wasn’t there, gently saying he missed my long hair. So, I was set up essentially by the kids to convey his gentle wishes. Sweet kids and sweet man.

So, I am back on the growing my damn hair out wagon and it really really sucks. I’m in that fun in between stage of having no idea how to style it. Plus, the humidity is like a wet damn heated blanket so it just lays on my head limp and ugly. With some of the experimental styles I am coming up with, my husband has raised his eyebrows at me. I quickly remind him that I am doing this for him so back it up buddy, to which he innocently says he did not mean for the kids to come together and have a ‘discussion.’

I will admit that I do miss throwing it up in a messy bun or ponytail on the days I don’t feel like styling it but growing it out is awful, but again, I’m thankful it came back and pray that it doesn’t happen to me again. It was so scary, like a horror movie.

Its funny to me that the kids came together to help get across to me what my husband didn’t want to say because of the fear of hurting my feelings. I think this is a great sign of successful blending if you ask me.

Love y’all!! ♥