Before I had kids I went to the salon every 3 months for a trim and color. Then I lost my job, got pregnant, had that baby and found out I was pregnant again approximately 10 weeks later. I had other things to worry about and because of that my hair appointments quickly faded...almost as fast as my color.
When my youngest (my son) turned 1 I went in for a pretty major cut, my first in a couple of years. I felt great. In fact, I got home from the salon and had my husband take this picture.
Fast forward a couple of years and now my son is about to turn 3. In those two years I've had a couple of trims and color appointments, but I've mainly let my hair grow out. And grow it did.
before (also pictured, Nancy Studs)
So this past weekend, I cut it. 8 inches from the back. That's a lot of hair. I had no idea it would be that much. I also had no idea the weight of that hair, both physically and emotionally. My hair has been long for as far back as my daughter could remember. In fact, anytime my hair was down, she would ask me to put it in a bun. And she would even request the height of the bun ("No mommy, put the bun higher!").
