Today while attempting to get a hair brush through Austin’s hair I gave in and called to make a hair appointment to get the hair cut she wanted. She wanted her hair cut short like mine. After making the appointment I remembered a site that I had come across just the other day, Locks of Love.
After I brushed and braided her hair I measured it to see home long it was. I was surprised to see that her braid was 12 inches long, I knew her hair was long but I had no idea that it was that long. To donate your hair needs to be 10 inches from tip to tip. You can donate dyed and permed hair, just not bleached.
I brought up the website and asked her what she thought about giving her hair away to be made into a wig her a child that didn’t have hair. I showed her how much would be cut and told her that her hair could be just as short/long as mine.
She didn’t want to do it. I didn’t push her. I knew that in reality that I didn’t have to tell her what was happening and just do it, but there was no way I could that. Instead, Austin started asking some questions.
Why don’t they have hair?
What happens to the hair? Where does it go?
She wanted to see pictures of the other children who donated their hair, and I think their hair cuts. After answering her questions, she looked at me and said that she wanted to give her hair to someone else, she didn’t care if her hair was shorter than mine or longer, she wanted to give her hair to someone else.
So proud of my girl.
She told a lady at the hair dresser’s what she was doing with her hair. The hairdresser.
The next day she was telling people what she did. The greeter at Cabela’s. Sales people at Cabela’s. I think she is very happy with the choice that she made. She’s rocking her new hair cut. She looks about 5 years older, is acting it too.