giving your 16 year old scissors

New Traditions

Losing my hair - it's going to happen. When I did this in 2013, I waited to cut my hair once I was further in treatment. I didn't want to do that again. I didn't want to do it while I felt sore and bad. This time, I wanted to get rid of my hair before treatment.

Since I will have now done this more than once, it can be considered a tradition: cancer haircuts by my kids. Last time I did this, the kids were 6 and 13. So, this time around my son (23) opted not to cut, but watched some.

However, my 16 year old daughter leapt at the opportunity to cut my hair. Even though 10 years have gone by, she had to adhere to a few basic rules.

Basic Rules:

1. Do not cut my ears.

2. Do not cut your own hair.

3. Do not cut anyone else's hair.

These rules still hold up and are the general agreement we make before I put scissors in my kid's hands to chop on my hair!

And the tradition isn't the same without going outside (weather permitting) and listening to our favorite inspiring rock music. We definitely were rocking out! Remember, hair lose can be fun and positive - this is especially a great way to include your kids (depending on their age)!

She was excited to cut my hair and took it very seriously. Once we had the basics: scissors, razor, rolling seat, portable music, and a bowl... we were ready to go. Trust me, I had the best seat in the house watching her enjoying every minute of giving me a...

Bowl Cut

Yes, she did this to me. And yes, I actually thought it was hysterical. I think this haircut was what she was most excited to do!

I loved doing this 10 years ago - and still loved it. She really did a great job. We spent hours outside - laughing, cutting my hair, and just enjoying the moment.

This is a great way to let your kids feel like they are part of something positive in all the negative things that are coming with breast cancer treatment.

Also, I want my daughter to know she is beautiful with or without hair. Hair has nothing to do with my personality and all the things that make me me. Plus, hair will grow... and honestly, the short looks are working for me a bit.

Every time I see myself, I think of her. I think of her carefully cutting my hair. And smiling. And laughing. And knowing she was styling me to be a beautiful cancer fighter!

Hair Loss Can be Fun

For those wanting to watch another speedy experience of our haircut - here you go:

For those who want to get a kick and compare my haircut experience, here is the original 2013 haircut by my amazing kids!

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