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She May Be Short…She May Be Cute…And She May Be My Kid…But, She Did It In The Name Of Love…And That’s What Makes Her Pretty!

I'll tell you, I am one of the proudest momma's in the whole blogosphere...right about now...I'm feeling this warm, fuzzy sort of feeling that I just had to share.

Look it what my kid did!

 


 

This was Thing Two before school, this morning. 

 


 

This is Thing Two -- after she (and about a dozen other school mates) donated ten inches of hair for the Locks of Love! 

What is Locks of Love? 

Locks of Love is a non-profit organization that provides hairpieces to financially disadvantaged children 18 years and younger suffering from long-term medical hair loss.  We meet a unique need for children by using donated hair to create the highest quality hair prosthetics.  Most of the children helped by Locks of Love have lost their hair due to a medical condition called alopecia areata, which has no known cause or cure.  The prostheses we provide help to restore self-esteem & confidence, enabling them to face the world and their peers.

Quite honestly -- even though she and the other student council members came up with the idea for the charity event -- she was a bit nervous and nearly fell out of the chair when the hairdresser asked her four-year-old sister:
"Would you like to cut off your sister's hair?"

But, she did great -- once the hairdresser assured her that she would be "right there" after Thing Two screamed:
"NOOOOOO...DON'T...GIVE...HER...THE...SCISSORS...SHE'S...EVIL!" 

Obviously remembering the time that Mini-Me decided that she needed a haircut and -- because I was "too busy" in bed with the flu -- when Daddy wasn't watching...ahem...took matters into her own hands and gave herself a mullet!

 


 

Eh...no biggie...it's like Thing Two said to her classmates - especially those girls who thought she was "crazy" or who wouldn't be "caught dead" wearing a style "like that":

"It's only hair...it'll grow back...DUH!"

Okay, minus the "DUH!" part -- she really felt too good about what she did, to care if anyone liked her hair, or not -- actually, I might of, sort of let...you know...the "DUH!"...slip out.

Because it was obvious -- not just to me -- even the lunch aides smiled as they watched Thing Two skip to her table, perhaps feeling as if she were walking on air, and I bet you (all the hair products lying around our house) that her head felt a little more...I dunno...like her inner-soul, perhaps.

As light as a feather!  

And who wouldn't want a piece of that? 

You may not have 10 inches of hair to donate -- and that's okay! -- there are plenty of other ways you can help.


You can send a pledge, or perhaps would like to show you care by posting this banner on your website (right click and save to hard drive) and link it to http://www.locksoflove.org.

Isn't it pretty?

Thank you Locks of Love for making us (along with a whole lot of people) fell...well...it's like Thing Two told her student council advisory teacher:

"My hair feels short, but my heart feels really, really pretty!"

Did I mention how pretty you look, today?!? 

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