With the back growing over my collar it was starting to look like a mullet, or as my sister calls it, Carol Brady hair. It doesn't help that my cowlicks were making one side look longer than the other in the back. And I was getting tired of wearing the same headbands over and over.
So with encouragement from some friends, I went out and got a cut. I was putting it off, not wanting to get rid of length when I'm trying to grow it out. But I'm so glad I did it. It actually looks like a style now (instead of grown-out short hair on a good day and a dead, greasy animal on a bad day.) I should have done this a couple of months ago.
It got me to thinking. As I'm growing my hair out, my kids are growing up. The kid growth is definitely a longer process...and kids go through far more "awkward" phases.
It seems that just when I feel like everything is going smoothly, we enter another of those phases. Akin to split ends and a mullet-ish look, suddenly my old ways of doing things just don't work anymore. Whether it's potty training, discipline, or even childproofing, I start to feel like a rookie mom again.
When we hit those times, part of me knows I need to make a change but I tend to put it off. Then when I finally shake things up and change the way I'm doing things, it's usually quite refreshing. Suddenly I have a comfortable parenting style again instead of one that's grown out...or rather, outgrown.
Recently we were working on potty training Chickie and sleep training Zoodle. At the same time. Those are two pretty major things, and they both require a lot more time and frustration than a haircut. In both cases, however, as I started to see the fruits of the changes we were making, part of me wished we'd started "cutting" earlier. Our old parenting styles were getting pretty shaggy since our kids had outgrown them.
Thanks to a good haircut, I feel like growing out my hair is going pretty well. And thanks to a lot of grace from God, and a lot of work, my kids are a joy as they are growing up. Having good kids is one of the deepest desires of my mommy heart.
But I'll be honest--having a good hairstyle makes me pretty happy too.