Corsicana Daily Sun, Corsicana, Texas

Opinion

May 10, 2014

It’s all about mom

In a tragic week, we need a little lightheartedness, I believe.

First off, let me say a heartfelt Happy Mother’s Day to my own mother, Nancy Lee Dighton. That tiny dynamo has put up with me through a lot. Bless her heart, I’ve put her through the wringer, too. Sorry, Mom.

But, she’s never left me. Been there through thick and thin. Cared for me during every surgery and birth, cooked and baked my favorite foods every birthday, listened to me rant, sob, etc. Yep, my mom is a keeper. I love you, Mom.

When I was a little kid, my hair was a gorgeous dark brown and straight as a board. However, my madre envisioned girls with curls, so she gave us regular Toni home permanents in the comfort of the kitchen sink. Then each Saturday night, she would wash it, roll it up on brush rollers, and park us under a hood hair dryer (remember those? Ours was harvest gold). And voila — each Sunday morning we were fabulously coifed and generally dressed in matching attire.

Many times my mom cut our hair as well. She was really good for someone with no beauty school training. She cut Dad’s hair, too. Except for this one time when we went to a real beauty shop (I may have been in third grade or so), and a woman named Miss Kitty gave me what can only be called a pixie cut. I went from having marvelous Shirley Temple locks to having hair like Charles Bronson in an afternoon. Traumatic.

Anyway, I’ve never been bashful about attacking my own hair with the scissors. It’s not easy to cut the back of your own hair!

But back in April I went to my hair lady (who shall remain nameless to protect her identity) for a trim. She shaped me up and sent me on my way ... until I went home that evening and saw a piece that looked slightly longer than the other side. Snip, snip ... Oops.

For a period of about five weeks I sported one haircut on the right side of my head, and another on the left.

I’d nearly forgotten about it until  I popped in my hairdressers one morning this week to drop off a stack of May Explores. She took one look at me, gasped, and told me to sit in the chair. No appointment, just popped in unannounced, mind you. Next thing I knew, I was in a cape, we were gossiping, and there was a pile of hair big enough to make a bunny on the floor.

“Is that mine?” I gasped.

“Yep! And all from the right side of your head,” she retorted.

She doesn’t even ask me anymore to keep my Deanna Scissorhands out of it. She knows me too well.

And yeah, when I woke up the next day, it sure looked like the left side was ever-so-slightly longer ...

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Deanna Kirk is a Daily Sun staff writer and editor of Explore magazine. She may be reached via email at dkirk@corsicanadailysun.com.

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