A few months ago I decided to grow out my hair for what some people might think was an odd reason: my kids. I loved my short cut, but Abby really likes to play with hair and whenever she tried to “braid” my hair (which really involves just twisting it) or putting it into a “pinktail” (pigtail/ponytail), she would either get frustrated at its short length or yank on my hair so hard  that it hurt.

So, I decided to try growing it out. I’ve tried before and always ended up regretting it since when my hair is long it takes on an odd wave that just always looks messy. Or at least it did before I had kids. But my hair texture has also changed since having kids, so I decided that maybe now is the time to see what it does when it has a little length to it.

My hairdresser and I had a frank conversation about how we didn’t want me to have a mullet as my hair grew out, so the progress has been slow. I’m grateful that it’s finally starting to reach the stage where it’s actually looking longer. Although I’m also sad to be leaving behind my “fun” haircut  and moving into a “cute” bob. I’m hoping my hairdresser can do something about that when I’m in next week.