I am not sure why, but many of us around her have become rather fond of her long and curly locks. Wild and golden and so suited to her personality, it seemed somehow sad to rid ourselves of those beautiful tresses. Yet, we all kept those sentiments to ourselves. We certainly didn't want her to think that she was defined by her looks or her hair. Also, it is her body and we want to empower her to feel as though she is in charge of her body and that she knows what is right for her. Obviously we are here to guide her along in those decisions throughout childhood, but it seems important to use opportunities to make her feel that she is the one with final say over her own body---because soon enough she will be the one making all of those choices.
The ultimate deciding factor was that she wanted to donate her hair! How could we say no to that? So, we went in as a family. Four people for one simple haircut, but this was her first major cut beyond trims and bangs. So it was a big deal. Eric and I made eye contact, feeling oddly emotional about this. Somehow it signified so much, that our baby girl was no longer a baby. She knows who she is and what she wants and it is our job to keep her clear and focused along her own path.
The hairstylist braided the portion for donation and then asked if we were ready. Cordelia bravely said, "YES!" So off it came. We didn't measure, but we'd estimate that she lost close to or slightly more than a foot of hair.
The braid was laid on the counter and the rest of the cut was completed. Cordelia was soon finished and so proud of her new style.
Her hair has already been moved along the donation chain and will be made into a wig, or at least part of a wig, someday.
She is such an awesome girl and it is absolutely my honor to live with and learn from this sweet person.
