Did you know that marshmallows can make your hair grow faster?
I didn’t, but now I do.
I’m in a COVID-19 inspired “breaking up with normal” phase, and I decided to be inclusive and involve my hair in the process. I asked my stylist to cut it off, and I asked her to show me how to “embrace my curls.”
She did just exactly as I asked, and as I stared at the results, I knew my boys were going to hate it.
It was shorter than I expected.
It was waaaaaay curlier than I expected (a post-baby change).
It was very different, and kids don’t like change.
When I got back in the car, I sent an ominous text to my husband:
“Hair is very different. Not sure I’m okay with it. Please prepare boys.”
When I walked in the door, the two oldest boys were waiting for me and giggling nervously.
“Ooooohhh, your hair is different, Mommy,” said the middle son.
The oldest shot a meaningful look at his little brother and quickly interjected, “Yes, but good different.”
The middle son echoed, “Yes, good different.”
More nervous laughter.
I asked, “Did your dad tell you to say that?”
“Yes,” they said.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“No,” they said.
I raced to my bathroom where I could see it a little better, and my just-up-from-nap toddler walked in.
He looked at me, his face fell, and he said,
“I hate your haircut, Mommy.”
My middle son came in and said to the curly-haired toddler, “Yes, but it looks just like your hair now!” (He had a point, see photo from haircut day below.)
The toddler screamed, “No! I hate it!” and ran out.
I didn’t want to be the kind of mom/woman who cried over my haircut, but I couldn’t help it.
The tears started to fall.
“I’m so sorry it looks so ugly!” I said.
My middle son ran and hid in the shower for a minute, and then (I later learned) he ran to his dad and oldest brother for an emergency meeting about “how to make mom feel better.” My toddler ran to his room, got his entire basket of stuffies, and dumped them at my feet.
Suddenly, two kids were shoving marshmallows in my face.
“The marshmallows will make your hair grow, Mommy. Eat them!”
It was a true emergency.
There was nothing else for me to do: I ate the marshmallows.
The next morning, my hair still looked crazy. Kindly, my middle son patted it and said, “Mommy, I think it grew!”
My toddler came in and said, “Yeah! It growed! It growed!”
I was afraid to mess with it because I assumed that I could only make it look worse, so I waited until the boys were in bed that night to try to improve it.
I washed it.
I dried it.
I straightened it.
Lo and behold, it wasn’t so bad.
I even kind of liked it.
The next morning at breakfast, each of the boys said, “I like it, Mommy!”
The oldest son said, “Yes, maybe it was just too curly yesterday.”
The middle son said, “And I think it grew.”
The littlest son said, “And you ate marshmallows?”
I said, “I’m not sure what happened, boys, but I think I like it now too. I think maybe the marshmallows made the difference.”
“Yeah,” they agreed, totally serious. “It was probably the marshmallows.”
“And I can have one too?” asked the littlest son.
“No,” I said. “I don’t have time to take you for a haircut right now.”
“Okay,” he said.
This made perfect sense to him.
After all, EVERYONE knows marshmallows make hair grow.
And luckily, now you do too.
🙂
Doris Jones says
You always look beautiful to me!
Melba Boatright says
I will never see marshmallows again without remembering to check my hair. Melba
Linda Blalock says
I love it