I love fresh haircuts.
I love not having to spend too long washing my hair. I love the breeze that I feel when my hair is
short, especially during summer. I
especially like it when people tell me that they like how my hair looks. Something about that makes me stand taller
and hold my head up higher.
I had an experience like that yesterday. I got a new haircut, and experienced all of
the above results. But when I had washed
my hair this morning, I realized that I didn't have the kind of gel that made it
look so nice yesterday. This tiny
problem led to an argument between my mom and I where I actually insulted her.
I won’t get into the details, but halfway through my insult,
it was as if time slowed down and I asked myself what am I saying? After the
missile had left my lips, I felt so guilty that before my mom could even reply,
I told her that I was sorry and that what I had said was wrong. Although she tried to hide it, I could tell
she was upset because she was acting as if she didn't hear it, while telling me that she didn't want to talk about hair anymore.
Hair: what a dumb thing to get in an argument about! And an even dumber reason to dishonor my mom!
I went to the bathroom to get ready for work, and the whole
time all I could do was pray to God that my mom would forgive me. That she would understand that I wasn't trying to insult her. That she would let
it go. That God would heal us. I was alone, so I had plenty of time to pray,
and my mom had plenty of space.
Finally, when I was almost ready, my mom told me through my
door that she had packed a lunch for me.
I thanked her as respectfully as I could. She then told me that she was sorry. I told her that I was sorry. I opened the door and we gave each other a
big hug, both apologizing to each other.
This situation led me to a point where I had to rely on God,
and through persistent prayer I got to see my relationship with my mom
restored.
And it all started with a haircut.
