Locks of Love

Lizzy has beautiful, natural, ringlets in her hair. For some unknown reason, she had one ringlet growing about and inch and a half longer than all the others. I finally took a pair of scissors and cut off the longer portion.

Immediately, I knew I had screwed up! Lizzy was shocked I had cut her hair but intrigued at the thought of cutting other hairs. :) (Somehow we have avoided the self-hair cutting session most young children experience.)

I quickly said,"I want to save this ringlet for when you are all grown up and moved away. I can look at this and remember my sweet little girl's beautiful ringlets."

She was satisfied and the day moved on.

A little later that day, she came after me with a pair of scissors. My first reaction was, "What are you doing?" In that moment I deeply regretted not having cut her hair while she was sleeping.

But then Lizzy said...

"Mom. I want to save some of your hair for when you have gone away. I can always remember my sweet mommy's beautiful hair."I'm not sure what she envisions as "gone away" where I am concerned. I've talked to her about death because both of my parents have passed away and so she naturally has wondered where they are. This has lead to other discussions about how we will all die, even mommy and daddy. Or, maybe she just means when I grow up and go away like she may do someday - we've talked about that too. Whatever her motivation, we each have our own little plastic baggy with a lock of each others hair.

Locks of Love :)