I can’t seem to decide what to do with my hair lately. I complained to Amara the other day that I really needed to have her Mom cut my bangs at least. Amara eagerly offered to cut them for me. After one huge shudder that came with memories of my mother, I wisely declined and told her the story of the time her Mommy had cut her grandma’s hair.
If you’ve read some of my posts about my own childhood, you have probably figured out by now that my real mother was an extremely difficult woman. That is just such an understatement. You never knew what kind of mood she would be in but you tread lightly as her mood changed with the snap of your fingers. You never knew what would set her off.
When Jenna was in 4th grade, she would often walk from her elementary school to her grandma’s until either her Dad or I got off work and picked her up. The school wasn’t even a half block from my mom’s place and she would usually walk up to the school and wait for Jenna to get out. Mom lived in an apartment complex with a HUGE swimming pool and that was where they often spent their time. Jenna has better memories of my mother than I do and my mother really loved Jenna dearly but even that didn’t shelter her from my mother’s occasional wrath.
This story was about the time I arrived to pick Jenna up only to find my mother in the foulest mood ever. She proceeded to scream at me, “Look what Jenna did to my hair!” Mom had seen a new hairstyle and Jenna offered to cut it for her. My mother let her!
I seldom stood up to my mother but even I lost my temper. I was mad that she had Jenna in tears because she had no common sense. I vividly remember screaming at her, “What were you thinking letting a 9 year old cut your hair?” My screaming didn’t help much, she just couldn’t understand how Jenna had done that to her. I personally thought she got the haircut she deserved!
Is it funny or sad that I also have a very vivid memory of my mother getting furious with me for botching her haircut? I was 10 at the time, she had seen a haircut at Church that she really liked, and I offered to cut it for her. Like Jenna, my intentions were good; we both thought we could do it! We both lived to regret trying.
Therefore, when Amara offered to cut my hair I just shuddered and shared this story with her. The bad hair cutting by children stop here!