When I was a teenager I had long extremely curly hair.
My Mom had very old fashioned ideas about hair.
Girls had to have long hair and Boys had Short hair.
and that was that.
I was sixteen years old and one day I said " Mom, after school I am going to go have my hair trimmed."
" OK Joanne." She said "Make sure they don't cut off too much"
I had intended to just get it trimmed, but while I was there in the stylist's chair I began to think. I had wanted short hair for such a long time. My hair was always placed in a pony tail because it was the easiest thing to do with it. It was MY hair ...why shouldn't I get it cut the way I wanted it to be?
Up until then I had NEVER disobeyed...ever.
Before I knew it I was telling the stylist " I want it short. Cut it all off"
My best friend who was with me at the time actually winced when she saw the curls falling to the floor.
I got home and as my mother looked through the peep hole of the door I could hear her say.
"Child of God what have you done?" When I walked in she asked me to turn around and when she saw that there was no length at all...well lets just say the walls shook with her scolding.
"Wait 'til your father gets home!" The words that no kid wants to hear.
I nervously waited until I heard the front door open. My Mother ( still fuming) told my Dad all about my hair escapade.
He called me in the room.
I walked in.
He asked me to turn around so he could see the back of my hair.
I did. source
This is the exact cut I had!
Then he asked........"So, do you really like it this way?"
" It looks cute. Just next time not so short OK?"
Mom rolled her eyes and threw up her hands.
I heard my Dad say to her "If this is the worst thing she does, lets count our blessings...It's her hair...would you rather it be pink?"
My Mom added " Well that might be next week!!!"
No matter what I could always count on Dad to understand me.
and you know what? I never dyed it pink....a few year later it was a bright orange but that's another story.