Why My Mom Was My Best Hairstylist: Unforgettable Memories and Transformations

There's a deeply personal and unique bond between a parent and their child, especially when the parent has a penchant for creativity and artistic talent. In my case, my mom's journey from being a beautician to becoming my go-to hair stylist created a lasting impact on my life.

My Struggle with the Haircut

Back in my early days, I used to dread getting my haircut from my mom. She was known for not being particularly skilled with a pair of scissors. Indeed, the results were often less than flattering. To the dismay of those around us, my hairline was never straight, and every attempt at cutting a fringe left me looking more ridiculous than cute.

The Beautiful Lady

My mom, on the other hand, was a beautician. She was a master at transforming plain faces into stunning looks. When I was younger, having long hair during the summer was not just a fashion statement, but it was also where she first tried her hand at giving me a perm. The result was a collection of soft curls that were endearing but often misinterpreted, especially when paired with my 'small fem butt' as my dad would teasingly remark.

Summer Adventures and Youthful Zeal

Growing up with long hair in the summer was a joyful experience. It gave me the freedom to run around in the sun, play, and live life with a carefree spirit. Midway through summer, my mom's little experiment with my hair paid off, and I fell in love with my new hairstyle. Love that it had tiny soft curls at the back, which made several teenage girls who wore mini skirts and blouses look like they had stolen my style. With this newfound confidence, I wanted to try out different styles and looks every single time mother was around to guide me.

Loving the New Look

The little makeup on the front side of my hair with my soft curls, made me look like another teenage girl in a mini skirt and blouse. I was in love with how I looked, and I couldn't stop asking my mom to help me create new styles. This need for transformation and innovation fueled my desire to keep experimenting. I felt like the daughter my mom had always wanted, eager to explore and grow.

Conclusion

My mom's role as my hairstylist was more than just a practical solution to my bi-weekly haircuts. It was a gateway to self-expression, confidence, and a shared bond that would last a lifetime. If you're a parent, a child, or anyone looking for a fresh perspective on the unique relationship between a parent and their child, this story is sure to resonate with you.