The next morning I shared my dream with the kids and Isaiah (8) started crying. They have only known me with dreadies... I had them for seven years. It was a big deal especially for Isaiah because he and Malik have them, too. I told him not to worry, that it was just a dream and I hadn't made any decisions.A week after that, I was headed to Boulder after dropping the three older kids off at school and Malik (4) asked if we could go to Ned instead. So, I turned around and went up the hill to Nederland instead of down to Boulder.
The two babies and I were messing around, window shopping in Ned and came across a barber shop. We were just wasting time, waiting for the other three to get out of school. I peeked in the window of the shop and it was old school. It was very funky and cool. The boys and I started walking away and the barber stuck his head out of the door and asked if we wanted to come in and look around...so we did. The man had art work in the back of the shop that was just beautiful. He wasn't the artist, it was one of his friends. We just started chatting. I still wasn't thinking about getting my hair cut.
Then this big, shaggy mountain man came in and asked if Jaymei would clean him up and send him out into the real world... so I watched as he did. It was an amazing transformation! I suddenly felt like it was the right timing and the right man to cut my dreadies. I called Isaiah at school and told him where I was and who I had met. I asked him if he thought it would be okay if I cut my hair. He said, "Go for it, Mom!"
I LOVED the feeling of the brush against my scalp and getting my head massaged with shampoo...yes, fingers through my hair for the first time in seven years was more than nice! It was just incredible! My head felt so much lighter and maybe I was feeling a little rebellious and sassy after it was over.
It was such an amazing, beautiful, lovely, freeing and just overall phenomenal experience to get my dreadies cut.
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