H A I R !!!

Give me a head with HAIR!, long beautiful HAIR!
Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there, HAIR!, shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddy

HAIR! , flow it, show it
Long as God can grow, my HAIR!
I want long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka dotted, twisted, beaded, braided
Powered, flowered and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spahettied

HAIR!, flow it, show it
Long as God can grow
My HAIR!, flow it, show it
Long as God can grow
My HAIR, flow it, show it
Long as God can grow
My HAIR!

Damon went with me to my doctor appointment when I get a checkup to get cleared for another dose of chemotherapy. The thing is, he shaved his head the night before. Not for any solidarity with me. It's just how he does his own haircut. So in the waiting room....who do you think everyone thought had cancah? I just smiled and kissed his cheek. Very sweet.

But then my doctor's medical assistant came to get me. Let me tell you, most people don't like their own hair. This girl better not feel that way. She has THE MOST BEAUTIFUL hair. It's down to her elbows, at least as dark as mine (which is almost black) and straight and shiny. I almost cried. I told her she has wonderful hair. I think I embarrassed her. Then I explained that the wig I searched for looks just like HER hair only not quite that long. No, No, sweetie, Let that hair FLY!!!

I've been trying to understand where my fascination with hair comes from. All I can remember is that from the time I was four or five years old I LOVED combing long hair. My cousin, Janny Burgarello, (yes, Burgarello Alarm), used to babysit me. All she had to do was bring a brush, sit on the couch and I would brush her hair the rest of the time she was there. And I'm not exaggerating. A few years later my Mom hired a set of twins to babysit me. And yes they both had LONG blond hair. I used to sit and brush their hair too. Not just brush it, but let it fall through my fingers and then I'd try and braid it. Total fascination.

When I was about 7 or 8 my Mom got me one of those heads with hair on it. I think it's a Barbie head. You can put makeup on the face...and I liked that too, but the HAIR. I brushed it until the poor thing was bald. Then the NEW ones came out with the ponytail you could pull and it would get longer. O man. Hours of entertainment for me.

So, is it any wonder I ended up in beauty school in the 80s? And in beauty school you get a mannequin head with practice hair on it!!! I had a girl come to the school when I was more experienced student and she had LONG hair and wanted it cut off. This was before "Locks of Love". I couldn't understand what she said, so I asked her again. "You want it trimmed?" She said, "No, I want it cut really short". Her hair was to the middle of her back. I refused to do it. Nope. No way. They had to find another student. That's one hair cut I just could never do.

Sometimes my imagination is not my friend. I have this overwhelming fear that I'll be in a meeting and in the middle of it, all my hair PLOPS right on to the table. Bam! There you go.

I've also been trying to make deals with God. As if that's even possible. But I've found myself negotiating with Him lately. I say, "Ok, I'll do this. I know I can with Your guidance." I thank Him for his tender mercies and all the blessings that have been heaped on my family. Then at the tail end I'll casually say, "In exchange I'd REALLY like to have THICK, DARK, BLACK, VERY LONG HAIR when it grows back. ThankyouverymuchAmen"

In the meantime I'll Keep the Faith.
And like the cast of HAIR sings....
"Let the Sun Shine...Let the Sun Shine in, the Sun Shine In!!!"