Haircut Woes

About a month ago I got about 12 inches cut off my hair. I love the rejuvenating feeling of being free from my long locks. To add even more good feelings, I donated my ponytail to Locks of Love. They make hair pieces for kids who have lost all of their hair due to illness or disease.

Me and my nephew at Christmas

Just after the haircut

The change was pretty dramatic and some of the kids I work with had a hard time adjusting to my new look, especially the boys. Here are just a few of the many comments that I got from the boys I work with:

Shocked, "Mrs. Black, why did you cut your hair!?"

"Mrs. Black! When I saw you, I thought you were a boy!"

"Why would you do that?!"

"Mrs. Black why did you cut your hair?"
me -"I like it this way."
"Man, you must be on crack!"

"Mrs. Black, you look like a boy now!"
me sarcastically - "Thank you."
"Why do you think that's a compliment?"
me - "I'm trying not to respond rudely."
(This boy had a particularly hard time and we had this conversation every day for a week.)

These comments have gradually subsided and thankfully, I don't base my self-confidence on the opinions of 8 year-olds.