Thursday, June 13, 2013

About My Hair...


  People often ask me about my hair, or more specifically, the length of it. Some have assumed my hair is very long due to religious reasons, others are determined there must be a strange and interesting purpose for it. Let me share with you the story of my very long hair.
   I have always had long hair (at least shoulder length). My father was quite partial to long hair on his girls. During my years in military service I managed to keep my hair long (middle of my back) wearing it in a tucked-in French braid every single day. When I married, my husband loved my long hair. Only a few times did I ever branch out to a shorter-than-shoulder-length cut, but it didn't last.
   About thirteen years ago, my mother was diagnosed with advanced lupus, treatment being a mild form of chemotherapy. Concern over her condition also held a concern for hair loss. Our hair colors were similar enough that I decided if she lost her hair, mine would be cut to make a wig for her. At the time, my hair was lower back length. My promise was to not cut my hair- then if she needed it, there would be plenty for the both of us.
   Time passed and the treatments subsided; my mother never lost her hair. I had still not cut mine. My husband became rather attached to the very long hair I was wearing- we decided to keep it. As our tradition has been, my hair is most often seen braided or pinned up on my head..keeping the true length somewhat a mystery. This private thing, special to him alone, has become a sweet secret between the two of us.
   Each time my hair gets well past the sitting-on-it stage, I cut it. Keeping near the mid to lower back length, we share it with programs that make wigs for children undergoing chemotherapy. It seems the time for this is nearing once again.
   I do not find my very long hair inconvenient or hard to manage; it is not heavy. So for the many people who stop me here and there, I have taken the time to share the simple story of my hair.

5 comments:

Heidi- The White Wolf Summit FarmGirl said...

I enjoyed your story. I am glad toyr mother never needed it. I have long hair too. I've donated it to Locks 4 Love a few times. I just can't stand wearing mine short. When its warm I must have mine up or braided.

Dicky Bird said...

Our hair story is so similar. Being 1/4 native american, we always had long hair - my dad and mom liked it. We did attend a "holiness" church and all the women had uncut hair. I have cut my hair shorter 3 times - all three have been given to Locks of Love. When our youngest daughter had cancer and was going through chemotherapy, I realized how unimportant my long hair was and that others surly needed it more than myself! I made a pledge to donate my height in hair as a commitment to honor His healing my daughter. I did finally accomplish this - I was going to blog about it, but some people feel the "cutting" of hair is a salvation issue....I do not! I just didn't want to explain all of this to them....hence, my lack of church attendance for over a year. Ignorance in the Church can cause such harm! Blessings from Ringle, WI.

Jackie said...

Thanks for sharing that interesting story! So neat that you could have done that for your mother if she'd needed it (wonderful that she didn't). I think that's a lovely thing that you and your husband share.

Simply Scaife Family said...

Thank you, ladies. It is so neat to hear your stories as well. My girls use to donate their hair as well. We have used Locks of Love and Wigs for Kids.

Anonymous said...

KEEP your long hair, Ladies. There is a massive glut of hair donations now. Nice story, BTW. It is heartening to know that you care about your husband's opinion about your hair!