When I announced that I’d cut my daughter’s hair myself I was met with howls of outrage from my mum and from some of my mum-friends.
Apparently six-year-old’s need a proper “hair stylist” to do the job because it’s soooo hard to cut hair. It was just a straight cut for crying out loud, with no layering or tapering required. I just picked it all up into a ponytail and cut it all off.
Then spent the next 40 minutes trying to straighten it up.
In the olden days mums regularly cut their children’s hair themselves. It was normal. There were no fancy hair salons. You might have a barber in town and meals were made from food you grew on the land or traded with a farmer-neighbour. By the third child you pretty much had gotten the hang of the whole hair cutting thing. There were a few unfortunate incidents where haircuts had gone wrong. Perhaps the sheers were blunt. Maybe the child turned their head at exactly the wrong moment, resulting in a bald patch. Clearly, humanity survived.
It's as if these days kids need to be camera-ready at all times. No crooked hair cuts or bald spots allowed.
Anyway, I didn't do too bad a job of it. It's not like I'm making her wear clothes I've made out of faded curtains. It was just a hair cut and it looked okay, eventually.
I cut my daughter's hair about a month ago. I was sick of trying to get all knots out of it every day so one night I chopped it all off. She has wavy hair like me and unless it's brushed properly every day you end up with dreadlock-like knots.
