A year ago our daughters had their first official haircuts. My oldest had seven inches cut off and donated to Locks of Love. Here’s what I remember and realize now . . .
Later that night she said, “I wanted my hair short so it could be like yours, Mommy.” It stopped me in my tracks. there was so much more to her decision than having a cute hair cut. It was about accepting me as her mom. It was about knowing this is forever. Now, a year later, I can honestly say, she may have gotten her wish. Each day I see more of myself in her. She is her mother’s daughter. Regardless of the early years that we spent without each other, the Lord molded and shaped her into my daughter. I pray that our similarities will bind us together instead of pushing us apart.
Unhurried. Finding the magic in the middle of living. Capturing a life of ridiculous grace + raw stories.