Each of my girls have taken this right of passage. Each one has cut their own hair. Brooklyn cut hers when she was the same age, and announced that she would give her hair to grandpa, who was bald and had none.
Lily had beautiful blonde ringlets that hung down her back. She gave herself a mullet. A real mullet, short bangs with short sides and a long strip in the back.
With Brooklyn, I laughed........how could you not? With Lily, I cried.....how could you not? And with Ruby, I shrugged my shoulders and accepted this right of passage....how could I not?




