09/21/2022
Once upon a time many years ago my son told me that someone had informed him that only girls have long hair. I informed that many men have long hair and it's of cultural value for many as well. In my youth I had long hair and heard these sorts of comments routinely. As I got older I had developed a certain style of playing hockey that didn't support such a look anymore. Those of you who know me know.
In order to make a point that others don't get to dictate how my son's hair should be cut and that in fact boys can have long hair I began to grow my hair. I didn't have a goal or an end in mind when I began. Whenever I felt the point got across. After time as it got longer and longer these old familiar comments began to rise from the grave.
Year after through lockdowns and all, my hair continued to grow to the dislike of some and the adornment of others.
Along the way I developed a new goal this goal only a couple I made aware of. I've lost many to the vial monster over the years; friend and family alike. Some have survived though and these survivors had become my newfound inspiration to continue to grow my hair. Aunt Vicki, Aunt Janie and my endlessly sweet Granny this one was for you!
I followed in my Ryan Slecht footsteps and their big steps to fill.
Yesterday I chopped my hair off to donate for the purpose of making wigs so that people fighting the monster we call cancer can enjoy it.
As the beautiful young lady working at Salon Mirage prepped it and cut off my lengthy locks that little boy who sparked this adventure sat beside me getting his haircut.
