Should I grow it long again?
Last week, I told my daughter, Boo I would be at her end of the year party. She asked me not to.
Then she said, "But Daddy can go." Insert knife to heart. When I asked her why she didn't want me to go, she said, "Because of your short hair."
Me: Why does it matter that I have short hair?
Boo: Because the kids ask, "Why does your mom have short hair?"
Me: And what do you tell them?
Boo: Because she had cancer.
She thought my hair was still short because of cancer, as if it didn't grow anymore. I told her that my hair is short now because I choose to keep it that way.
And then we came up with a handful of answers she could use instead:
"Maybe the same reason you have short hair?"
"Because she's lazy."
"Oh, her? No idea who she is."
But seriously, when I thought about it, the truth is that I'm lazy about hair. I don't want to spend time doing my hair. I can get ready in 5 minutes flat and no hair dryer needed, ever.
But, yes sometimes I do wish I had my long, flowing locks, but I'm not sure I'm ready to give up the freedom I have with my short haircut.
And I realized that there are things my daughter will forever attach to cancer, like the loss of my hair. She doesn't remember the hospitals, or the surgeries, or anything else — but she remembers my hair. And so I'm torn about keeping it short, just for that reason.
Then I realized, along with the hair, that I'd also never really fully recovered physically.
So, last week I took a big step and signed up for Crossfit. And I signed my husband, Brett up, too, because we can go together first thing in the morning. And we already know 95% of the people there, because it’s a very small town.
Yes, it's a little intimidating but I'll make up my own rules like I always do. The sign that said "no water breaks" on the wall? I broke that rule 5 minutes in.
I think it's going to be really fun ... except for snatches. I definitely won't do a lot of snatches. I'll be taking water breaks during snatch time. Yeah, you can't make me; I'll throw a silent tantrum.
(Plus, I can't stop laughing at the word snatch, just like I can't stop giggling when someone says the word beaver or balls. I had to say the word penis the other day at the vet and I almost choked trying to hold the laughter in.)
Maybe one day I'll mature. And maybe I'll grow my hair back out. And maybe I'll be able to climb up a flight of stairs without being winded.