True story. My friend, Adelyn, rubbed my head three times and then kissed it for extra luck. She went to gymnastics that night. They had free choice. You cant make this stuff up. Prosthetic: a device, either external or implanted, that substitutes for or supplements a missing or defective part of the body. Wigs are covered under insurance as prosthetic. Same as legs and arms. Kind of validates the enormity of a woman losing her hair for me. The funny part is on a scale of 1-100, losing my hair was at like 99. Ha. It is like a negative 10 now. It turned out to not be terrible at all. Allowing some inner wild teenage to have a mohawk or something. Shower to door in ten minutes. Cheap thrills for a suburban mom. We have a good story from this though. Proud of my little man, T-Bone. We grabbed dinner with the boys on Saturday night at Chipotle. You know how the tables are super close? Well, we were sitting right next to this darling family. Scrumptious little girls all pink and sparkly. Tommy nudged me gently and whispered, Mom, they are looking. You need to do the talk. The Talk....oh my poor dear, sweet friend Julz, who happens to be my hairdresser. She is flawless, gives amazing haircuts, but she has become the heart of my story for little kidlets who are looking at me with curious eyes. I would look. I probably did before and definitely would stare now. My kids would too. So normal. The thing is, we cant have them be afraid. That would break my heart. So, I start in on The Talk. It goes something like this: Make eye contact. Smile. I got a really bad haircut didnt I? Giggle. I know it likes kind of funny. Get down to their level. Dont worry, it will grow back. Smile. Giggle. Change the subject. Proceed. Breathe and be happy. It will grow back. It really is just a terrible haircut. After hearing The Talk about ten times (seriously, I have always talked to kids. Like them. Theyre funny and sweet and messy), I questioned Tommy on my act. He liked it. I talked about how I didnt want them to be afraid and thought it was better to acknowledge. We discussed what we should and shouldnt say. Dont want to say it is medicine and cause some child to have pill anxiety for the rest of their life. Dont want to say cancer because they are like six years old and obviously dont need to think about that. We do want them to see that people can look different and funny and even a little bit scary, but those same people can still be moms and teachers and friends in our community. It was my first really happy moment on this walk. My boy wanted that little girl to not be afraid. He wanted me to share so that she would feel better. He could tell she needed the talk. For the record, the little girl was great. She had lots of looking, but eventually we talked about her recent trip to The Magic House. Made me smile.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 19:15:07 +0000
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