A woman's hair is her crown of glory

Growing up my mother and I had very long blond hair.  I remember waking up in the early mornings before school to have my mother do my hair.  I remember the sleepy scent of her body from the night before as a waitress at Pat Joyce's in Cleveland, Ohio.  I remember how she would softly start at the bottom and make her way up through the tangles and snarls that only a little girl could perfect with long hair.  She would simply part it.  Then she would braid it and pull it up in a loop and hold it with a hair tie.  I would go to school with a braided loop on both sides of my head.  But the best was my Princess Leah buns!  She would braid my hair and rather than loop it she would wrap it in buns and plaster it with bobby pins to look like Princess Leah from Star Wars.  Now that to me was the best!

My mother always kept her hair in a bun when it was long.  She for some reason always kept it dyed "Ash" blond up until a few years before she passed.  But I remember when little she would let me brush it for her.  I would stand on the couch behind her and take long strokes and watch is fall to her back.  I remember I would become mesmerized watching it glisten as it fell to her back.  You never saw my mother out in public unless her hair was done and looking immaculate.  I am sure she rolls in her grave as I often go out with no make up on and my hair just pulled back in a pony tail with no class to it!

I remember one day telling me that a woman's hair was her crown of glory.  That men will look at you and be attracted to you by the way your hair is.  I am not so sure about this, but she fully believed it.  She would often tell me if my hair was looking good or give me it looks god awful, go do something different with it before you leave the house lecture.  I am believing that this was all a part of her "look as if someone owns you" stance. But none the less, you were to wear your crown of glory as just that.....A Crown.

I can only imagine the depression she went through as chemo thinned her hair or when they had to shave a big spot on her head when she had brain cancer.  Her crown of glory became tarnished and slightly skewed.  She could no longer keep her crown polished, but she looked as if cancer owned her.  But I feel she failed to realize one thing.   A woman's hair is not her crown of glory.  A woman's crown of glory is her tenacity to fight cancer, to hold her head high with a bald head and say "You do not own me".   For all women come in many different shapes and sizes.  Some have beautiful flowing hair, others have frizzy, short hair.  But it is the women with no hair that show the world how beauty should be defined.  And that is by their spirit to carry on and fight and to show the world that even though they do not have hair they are just as beautiful!  A woman's crown of glory is her life and the inner beauty that radiates out~

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