I’m not sure who gave Kiddo#2 the idea, but she’s been saying for the last six months that she wanted to donate her hair to Locks of Love.
Locks of Love is an organization which makes wigs for children suffering from medical hair loss. (Not cancer/chemotherapy because that hair will grow back. They mean things like alopecia and meningitis.) I know some people hate them with the burning passion of a thousand fiery suns, but after investigating I am comfortable with the organization, and I’ve donatedin the past.
Kiddo#2 waited a long time until her hair was the right length to donate, since they require ten inches. I wanted her to wait until she had at least twelve. And so, on Saturday when her brother asked for a haircut, she said, “Me too!” I measured, and she had made the right length.
We went to Slow Haircutters Of Angelborough where you can call ahead and they give you a time at which you can begin waiting 45 minutes. (It’s a lovely service, otherwise you’d walk in and they’d have you wait 75 minutes.) She actually jumped her brother in line in order to get her hair chopped first. They measured, ponytailed, made sure she really meant it, commented on how perfect her ponytail was for this (she’s inherited her father’s thick hair!) and then they began the snipping.
There’s not much to say beyond that, except how cute she looks now and how pleased she was to see the ponytail and know she was helping another child. We’ve been making jokes about “Who is this short-haired girl, and where is Kiddo#2?” She even wondered if someone might fail to recognize her without the hair. But by the next day, the newness was wearing off. I’m still a little surprised when I see her with a bob, but overall, she did a good thing.