Hair Donating

Today I cut my hair in order to donate it to cancer patients. For the last several years I have wanted to do it. However, I didn't realize that it needed to be dye free so the last time I grew it out it wasn't able to be donate. Well I've been dye free for several years now and my hair has grown the distance necessary to donate and summer is almost here! So what better time than to start the summer off with a new short cut. Truthfully I am not a huge fan of short hair on myself. I like the ease of being about to tie it up in a knot and go. (Even before I was a mom I enjoyed this luxury.) However, I've always wanted to donate my hair.

Why? To be honest I haven't been so introspective to give you a detailed answer other than I feel it is important to do. Like most people in this world my life has been touched by cancer. Not personally mind you. I have never had a cancer scare. My grandfather had liver cancer and he ultimately passed in part because of it - he lived a full life and wasn't nearly as afflicted by it as some people are. A friend of mine from college, her mother is battling a relapse of cancer right now. You can follow her story here. Overall, I think that I just want to help someone feel good about themselves during this time. Now for some that doesn't mean a wig, but for some it truly does and for that person I'm happy to be able to do what I can.

So after measuring, researching where to donate, and discussing with the husband the best post-donation hair-do; I made my appointment and headed to the salon with my son and friend Stacy to make the cut. Ace did very well only fussing toward the end - he was content with Stacy holding him. When I was all done and ready to go I went to hold Ace and he wouldn't come to me - he clung to Stacy and his little mouth pouted and his eyes started to well up, he didn't recognize his mommy. It only took a moment or two for him to adjust, and he seems to be more than fine now.