Sylvia got her first professional haircut today! It was terribly exciting and I knew she would cooperate and be adored by all. She's a rather predictable baby, easy to please while always stirring a positive crowd of adoring fans everywhere we go. She does not go unnoticed. It's sweet and pleasant and never gets to her head. Such a humble little soul she is what with all those compliments flooding in her whole life. It was my tummy that caught some unexpected attention. Something I am certainly not used to.
"I didn't know you were expecting again!" She announced it with such joy. Casually loud enough for the busy Saturday morning patrons filling the hair salon to clearly hear. I felt several eyes shift from my darling girl to one that wasn't inside of me, after all. It's just a food baby. I was not alarmed at all, actually it's gone down a bit just since last week! I was more concerned about her expressed humiliation and effort to retract than I was embarrassed at my temporarily unfit midsection and its attention.
I was ill and the medicine getting me better caused rapid weight gain. That's not an easy or quick thing to explain to a room full of people. I could have laughed it off and said 'No, but damn those Girl Scouts and their cookies!'
Don't we all watch to see how people react to that situation the same way we can't take our eyes off the scene of a wreck? But it wasn't a wreck. I explained it's just weight and it's coming off so no worries! Of all the people I encounter on a regular basis, she is probably one of the few that could say this without me having an internal emotional reaction. She is my autistic son's hairdresser and found a way to accomplish one of the more challenging tasks that face Zane in his current life: a haircut. He is extra-sensitive to the touch and sound of the hair buzzer. It drives him up a wall 100x more than it would for us. But she was always persistent and patient with him. She even pulls out a personal little gameboy for him to play. She is a huge success with him. So she could pretty much punch me in the face and I would still adore her and bring all my children to her for haircuts.
"I didn't know you were expecting again!" She announced it with such joy. Casually loud enough for the busy Saturday morning patrons filling the hair salon to clearly hear. I felt several eyes shift from my darling girl to one that wasn't inside of me, after all. It's just a food baby. I was not alarmed at all, actually it's gone down a bit just since last week! I was more concerned about her expressed humiliation and effort to retract than I was embarrassed at my temporarily unfit midsection and its attention.
I was ill and the medicine getting me better caused rapid weight gain. That's not an easy or quick thing to explain to a room full of people. I could have laughed it off and said 'No, but damn those Girl Scouts and their cookies!'
Don't we all watch to see how people react to that situation the same way we can't take our eyes off the scene of a wreck? But it wasn't a wreck. I explained it's just weight and it's coming off so no worries! Of all the people I encounter on a regular basis, she is probably one of the few that could say this without me having an internal emotional reaction. She is my autistic son's hairdresser and found a way to accomplish one of the more challenging tasks that face Zane in his current life: a haircut. He is extra-sensitive to the touch and sound of the hair buzzer. It drives him up a wall 100x more than it would for us. But she was always persistent and patient with him. She even pulls out a personal little gameboy for him to play. She is a huge success with him. So she could pretty much punch me in the face and I would still adore her and bring all my children to her for haircuts.
jenny => rocks!
