Starting in the beginning of second grade, my daughter, my second child, started asking if she could be bald. I gave her the answer you would expect. But she kept asking. I kept saying no. I told her that people would think she was sick. I thought maybe they would think that I was sick. I thought she would lose friends. It just seemed so odd. But, she kept asking. Even though I said no, she starting telling everyone she was going to do it. She told her Tae Kwon Do instructor, her Brownie leader, her second grade teacher, he grandmother, all of her friends, her bus driver, and anyone she came in contact with regularly.
I starting thinking maybe she could do it as a fund raiser, because that made ME more comfortable. I started creating an event called Bald Cutie for a Cause. I was going to find someone to fund raise for. The more I started talking about her doing for someone's benefit, the less she wanted to do it. It made HER nervous to think of doing it in public, to raise money. Bottom line, she just wanted to be bald.
After about a year of back and forth, and consulting with many, my brother asked me this very important question, "Do you care if she is bald?" The answer was so clear to me. No, I could care less if she was bald. So he asked why I cared what anyone else thought.
Like many people, I thought it was the responsible thing to do, to keep her from doing something, at such a young age, that could set her so far apart from her peers. I was afraid that by allowing her to do it, she would face consequences she was not old enough to understand. But when he asked me that question, and I immediately knew my answer, I finally decided that we would face it together. By the way, my husband also did not care if she was bald.
So, on Father's Day, the last week of second grade, I shaved my daughter's head. She LOVED it. She loved it from start to finish. I started with the underneath hair, so that she could still change her mind. But she never did. When I was finished with the clippers, she wanted to have it shaved with a razor, so it was really smooth. At that point, why not?
I thought today, that if she wants to wear her cat ears out to the store, at age 12, I should let her. I wonder how many other kids will wish they could be doing the same type of thing. I wonder how many other kids, that will someday be adults, wish they could just go out in their batman clothes or other superhero clothes. Why is that not acceptable? I don't think I know.
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