I have saved these pictures since the end of August. Some days I look back at this first picture of my 16 year old, and still can't believe she looked like this. My beautiful baby girl.
When she first had this hair cut done, and arrived home, (I intentionally did NOT go, but asked her sister to take her, as I seldom "appreciate" her funky ideas for hair styles...), I could not believe that this was still my daughter, my last, my baby, my little girl. Seriously? A Faux-hawk? And BLUE? And BLEACHED? Holy cow... what a lot of extra swallowing I have had to do with this one, to allow her to be herself, to allow her the freedom to express herself in crazy ways that harm no one, but are not MY choices... (no body piercings, no tattoos, no skanky outfits, etc. allowed... but her hair? Eh, it'll grow back...)
And now, it's settled in to THIS, below. THIS? I can live with this, without having to roll my eyes, or even PRETEND to like it. I DO like it. She has very delicate, pixie-like facial features, and this has ended up being a great style for her. I've even come to like the blue she adds now and again to keep it bright.Still, I can't help but think of the David Bowie song every time I look at these pictures. Sigh. My baby and her crazy, wild ideas.