Dear Grandpa (Or...step away from the scissors)
By Molly Bice-Jackson - 3:59 PM
My mommy wanted me to write you a letter to clear up any confusion over my fabulous 20's haircut performed by a blind man.
But before we get into the haircut, I wanted to say thank you for letting me and my brother come play at your house for a day! We had so much fun getting into the cookie jar, swinging on the backyard swing, going to C-A-L Ranch to look at baby ducklings and rabbits. I really, really want a baby rabbit. Maybe for Easter. Please?
I love chasing your dog, Bear, around the house, building trains, playing with blocks, and watching cartoons. You are the best Grandpa in the world! I always feel safe and happy with you and love sitting in your lap while you read me books. Thank you for taking such good care of me.
My mommy says she had a wonderful day without me and Peter around to bug her. She got to recover from doing so many shows, go on a run, clean the house, and get a lot of things done. I love coming home to a happy and well-rested mommy!
But let's cut to the chase here, Pops. What exactly were you thinking? If I had the words, I would have told you that my mommy pulls my hair back into a pony tail or puts a cute bow in it to keep the hair out of my eyes. It was long enough to braid or even put in two pony tails! But it was fun watching you try to stay steady as I squirmed around and wondered what on earth you were doing to me.
Mommy was sad when she came home from her show late last night and daddy told her what had happened. She came into my room at midnight and turned on the flashlight so she could get a look at me. It woke me up. So mommy let me get out and play for a while. She rocked me and sang to me and couldn't decide if she wanted to laugh or cry at my new appearance.
When daddy broke the news to her that "something had happened to one of our children"...she expected something awful. A broken bone, a loss of a limb...so while it was somewhat of a relief for her that neither of those things were true, she was still sad about it. Not mad. Shocked, maybe. Confused. AMAZED!
But my mommy wanted to tell you that she's not mad. Don't get me wrong...she was very upset. But now that she's had a little bit of time to digest it, things are settling down for her a little. She tried calling today but nobody answered the phone. Maybe you are hiding in a corner somewhere. Or maybe you have gone about your day very happy, knowing that your grand-daughter no longer has hair in her face, obstructing the view of this wonderful world. But no matter the case, Mommy still loves you. My hair will grow back. We will let it grow and in a few years, Mommy will have a "first haircut redo" where she will save my lock of hair for her scrapbook or locket.
Hair grows. I'm still the most beautiful little red head in all the land. I'm healthy and happy...and I didn't even realize that I look different. Mommy lost my big sister, so losing a little bit of my hair isn't worth getting upset about. Especially because she knows you did it because you love me. She pinned it back today with a clip and you could hardly tell! The problem is that I like to take the bows out of my hair as often as I can.
I love you, Grandpa. Cutting my hair was a high price to pay for mommy to have a day of peace and quiet. She'll let me and Peter come play with you again. But next time, she's hiding the scissors.