It seems as if the energy of a new year is contagious. Our home is bursting with the unfolding of a very quiet December, and it called for shedding a few layers.
To celebrate the year and turning seven in just a few short days (!), Rubi stopped by our apartment and cut River’s bangs. River spent last year asking for bangs anytime her hair would blow in her face, and the week of her birthday seemed like a good enough time. Her hair is curly and big and part of settling on bangs was teaching her that her bangs would remain curly and big, just like the rest of her hair.
As it turns out, every little event is a season of learning and growing, and getting your curly bangs cut remains no exception.
Before River’s hair was cut, I remember a poem that reminded me of the power we each have in us to teach our daughters about accepting ourselves and teaching them to accept themselves.
She won’t have straight bangs like a few of her friends, and so far, it seems like she’s just fine with that.
So much of my parenting is rooted in a departure of fear and self- judgement. It takes awareness. And its tricky, because being a woman with the eyes of a girl always on you means that you awareness and self-love needs to be fluid and consistent. It is something that I’ve always kind of “got,” but tends to surprise me when we have life events like first bangs and endless curl-form conversations.
While we are at it, what’s one thing you are teaching her to love about herself? I loved all the comments on my Instagram post referencing boys as well!