Going Pixie

Who new my hair could be such a hot topic for debate? I don't remember as a kid really giving all that much thought to the state of my parent's hair. However, when I announced my decision to cut my hair super short, the house was in an uproar. There were tears, laughter, jokes and more. However, sometimes life is "just about me" and doing something I feel is best for me is healthy. So, off to make myself a "Rock Star" I went. I loved it immediately and have decided to  go back to my blond hair in a week or so. This has also sparked intense debate. Some of my family loves my red hair...and some miss the blond. I look in the mirror and it always takes me a moment to realize it is me staring back with this red hair. It is kind of fun to re-invent your look as often as I have been able to lately. Funny thing is I have been called a pixie I don't know how many times already, which makes me smile mischievously...wonder if I can get away with acting like one?

What I have realized through all of this, is how much I love how we have raised our children to have their own opinions and be able to voice them respectfully, while accepting the choices an  individual makes. I love the loud, funny, and even heated debates they have. This is not a house of wall flowers but of dynamic, passionate individuals. I just sometimes want to pat my husband and myself on the back and say "well done!" We have raised people who are able to really think for themselves, formulate reason and opinions, and have respect for others. I wonder if chopping one's hair off always brings some sort of epiphany, or if I am just one of the lucky ones?

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