Cambria Leann

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Long Locks

As a young child my mother grew my hair long. And I remember her as being the one who cared for it. When the realization of her death came upon me I wouldn't allow anyone to touch my hair. It was my mom's job to take care of it and I wanted her to do it. After a few days my sister took control, washed my hair, and began to brush out all the knots of a 4 year old's hair had that was so long it hit my waist. I cried as she brushed it. And after wards my dad took me and I got it cut off. It was so short that I remember being told I had boy hair in day care and I was so angry. It hurt me and I often wished my mom was there to take care of my long locks. Today I keep my hair long just because it reminds me of when I was a kid and that horrible memory. And maybe in some ways in reminds me of my childhood with my mom.


A Life Being Lived said...

That is a powerful memory! My mom didn't want to deal with the hassle of long hair so my sister and I had bowl cuts our entire childhood. I got the "you have a boy haircut" a lot as well. Now I only get a hair cut once a year or so. My hair is thin and I won't be mistaken for a Pantene commercial anytime soon, but those comments stick with you and I guess it's my way of making sure I never hear them again.

Cluff Family said...

Your mom is beautiful, Cami, just like you. Your hair is very pretty and I think it is nice that you keep it long to remember your mom. I miss you.
Susan Cluff

mommd said...

I love your beautiful golden locks, i LOVE YOU MOST! What a priceless picture of your family. i MISS YOU,