Last night I took my oldest daughter to get her first real haircut...and she's five years old! She had a little trim before, but this time she had her hair really cut...11 inches cut! Yikes.
The reason? She's donating her hair to an organization that makes wigs for children that have lost their hair due to sickness or injury and can't afford to buy them. I have to admit I did shed a few tears before the actual cutting. I feel like like I'm saying goodbye to my baby and welcoming a little lady...and it's a little hard for a mother to take.
But once I saw it done, she looked so beautiful and grown-up that I wondered why we hadn't done it sooner.
And it makes me feel really good to know that someone will be getting some use out of my baby's beautiful hair.