Being the millennial hipster that I am, I usually watch the momentum of a trend before I jump on the bandwagon. I was late to the whole dyed hair movement, and had some hesitancy about cutting it short. But I did it! A little high from running 7 miles and in need of change, I plopped into my hair dresser and great friend’s chair shouting, “Let’s do it!” 10 inches later, a little touch-up and… wahla: the perfect cut.
My new do is just in time for the shift in weather. It also makes me feel like I’m embracing this new-mom thing. So many of the super-mom’s I know rock short hair. It’s also a weird emotional thing: I cut my hair short every time I seem to be hurtling towards big life changes. And that seems to be all I’ve been doing lately.
The proverbial “they” could never have prepared me for the new routine that comes with taking care of a young person. There are so many nuances that single, independent people enjoy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy and content with my choices and sacrifices, but it’s a difficult transition to go from boozy brunches to cooking dinner every night. Sometimes, I feel like I’m walking a tightrope -- teetering between my independence and my role as parental figure. One fall in either direction and I fear losing sight of the other. “They” also didn’t tell me that everyone and their mother has an opinion. Sifting through the noise as I try to build the family and home I want can be exhausting. Yet, now that I’ve found my stride, parenting is an incredibly rewarding road to toe.
I’m discovering how important it is to take the time to do little things for myself. Things like going running, getting a haircut or making the space I live in a pleasant place to spend my time. I’m learning that happy Lu = happy homestead.