Usually at the end of the summer I have a good 3" taken off of Ireland's hair to take off the most damaged and uneven parts. For whatever reason, she didn't have much damage and so I decided to see how long it could go. For about the past month, both Ireland and I were getting tired of combing through the tangles to the point she asked for a haircut.
Once I made the appointment, I mentioned her hair was long enough that she could donate it... and then a little girl who was struggling with cancer would be able to have Ireland's hair as a wig. She was absolutely enchanted with that idea and decided right then and there she wouldn't do just a few inches to make life easier, but the minimum of 8" to make the donation requirement. I was stunned by her charity. Ireland's hair is practically an integral part of her persona. She's receives so many compliments, it's an odd day if she doesn't hear something about those long, thick tresses.
I swore I would never cry about a haircut unless it was lost due to chemotherapy. While I haven't cried, I have to admit I'm really having a hard time with the shorter hair. Sure it will grow. Sure it went to a good cause. Sure it's much easier to brush. But styling Ireland's hair was my bonding time with her. It's so thick now it braids wide instead of long and I'm struggling more than ever to work with it.
When I sent her hair to Pantene Beautiful Lengths, I included these photos. I felt they should know who gave up those ponytails of golden locks. I'm glad she's so generous and not vain. Ireland really taught me a lot about selflessness when she made this decision.
Ireland is perfectly content with her shorter hair. She keeps flipping the bottom of it and tells me she wants to just keep it short.
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