A few weeks ago I took Anna to get her hair cut at a salon--for the first time. The kids had a ball coloring with chalk, watching a video, and Anna got to sit on a pink scooter during the cut. They each got a lollipop at the end.
I love her hair short, but I miss it long too.
As we were sitting in the fancy children's salon, I couldn't decide if I thought the salon was cute, or over-the-top for a child. For some reason it seemed kinda creepy to me and like it was trying to make kids into adults. (That's fine if you think that I overthink things. I'm sure that I do!)
Not to mention the cut cost nearly as much as I'LL pay for my OWN haircut. (Yes I refuse to pay more than about $25 for a haircut. I'll pass on the blow dry/style if I have to!) I'd hoped to spend $10 or less, but because I found out that Fantastic Sam's charges $15 for kids to get their hair cut (what a scam!), I assumed I wouldn't be able to find places that charged less. SO I went to this fancy schmancy kids salon.
Well, according to my subsequent Google research, some places DO charge less, and that is precisely where we'll be going next time. :) To me, the treat and excitement about going to a salon (especially for a kid!) is just in going at all--Anna doesn't HAVE to sit on a scooter to have her hair done. If I could, I would do it myself at home, like my mom used to cut mine.
Sorry if it seems like I'm being WAY overly philosophical about a child's hair. But these were my musings while I sat there. There are so many things we feel "entitled to" in our society of affluence. I think the art of being content is a tough one to master, especially being surrounded by so much stuff and so many opportunities. I want to give my kids a simple upbringing and an appreciation for simple things. Not to mention if we can live with less, we can give more.
ANYway, that is the story of Anna's haircut. It even passed her (long-hair-loving) daddy's approval. Now if I can find time to get MINE cut...