The biggest of the littles asked for her hair to be cut.
The hair that has never seen a blade and has been with her from the day she was born.
The ends of those locks stood like shocks on her beautiful little head when she was just days old.

Nearing four it hung as far as her lower back.
Was always a talking point. Hurt her at bath time.

I twisted it - held my breath - and sliced it away.

We were never interested in cutting it. Cutting seemed to presume styling - of some sort.
Let the childhood last.

She loves her new hair. Her easy to brush, easy to wash, not-talking point hair.
Her own big-girl-decision hair.

We're learning to.

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