You know, I never wrote about my son's reaction to my BC. The day I chopped my hair off, I had just picked up the kids' from school. It was something about that day that made me just want to stop transitioning and go full steam ahead with the Big Chop. Maybe it was the sun blaring on my wig and making me sweat like a sinner in church (stole that form Princess & The Frog) or maybe it was those fifty 'leven Big Chop youtube videos I had been watching. Either way I wanted my relaxed hair gone!!! Anyway, when the kids and I got into the house, I set them up at the table and gave them a snack. I then vanished into the bathroom to do the deed (cutting my hair that is). When I emerged, my kids were in shock..well mainly my son. My daughter took it in stride...walking around me and inspecting my head like she was a drill sergeant or something (mind you she's only five). But my son just looked in horror: like I had come downstairs with a ax in my head (the look was that bad ya'll). He stayed away from me for most of that evening, and I didn't pressure him because I know he needed time to take it all in (btw he's 8).

     The next day I sent the kids off to school and he barely said bye as he got out of the car. After two days of the "ignore bald-headed mommy treatment", I sat both of my babies down for a talk. I explained my reasons for chopping my hair, and told them that I hoped that in time they would come to understand my decision. I also told them that this is the hair that my mommy and my daddy gave me and I am very proud of it. My daughter smiled at that and said she liked it. Later my son told me he liked it a little bit, so it made me feel better. I now know that it was rather selfish of me to cut my hair before discussing it with my children. I cannot imagine coming home from school one day and one second my mom has hair and the next second she doesn't. This natural hair journey isn't just about me; it's about my kids too. I know now that when I first thought about going natural I should have told my kids then or at least let them know that mommy was going to be making a drastic change to her appearance. It wasn’t like it was a secret that I wanted to cut my hair, but like all other decisions that affect a family (whether physically or emotionally) ,this should have been treated no differently. This was definitely a learning experience for me and something that I thought worthy of sharing with you. Be blessed divas!