While this may sound silly to some, brave to others and completely and outright ridiculous to most, I allowed my 17 year old daughter, at her request, to give me a hair cut. After all we are unschoolers, we believe in learning freely, experiencing one’s quest and desires openly, in the comfort and love of one’s kitchen. Her vision was supported by mine, her history of the task limited to dolls, but I agreed and told her to have at it. The results of this whim as my husband so solemly expressed in just a few cleaver, yet very effective words, were, “You look like a Roman Soldier!”
She combed, leveled, measured, and designed the whole outcome in her head. She invisioned her ending with such enthusiasm that at one point we both giggled like teenagers together and practically drizzled our pants with gut wrenching laughter. We were bonding, we were living the rebelious world of unschooling to some, but experiencing a moment to remember. We were unschooling! And it was magical.
Why is this situation, to some just down right absurd? How could someone allow their 17 year old daughter to cut and chop away at their hair? Because of trust, respect and love you say? Well, maybe. But in our reality, it is because my daughter wanted to try. She wanted to see if she could sculpture her creativity onto me. She is very talented, artistic, and always has been, so why the heck not? Unschooling…..That word again. The freedom to enjoy life together, to live the moment, not the future, but that precious existence together, in that second, while learning.
I’m not sure if my daughter Autumn will become a world famous hair artist. She draws well, paints enthusiastically with overwhelming results, that even she did not realize existed within her, until this past year. She is learning. Her 3D Animation classes still ongoing, her love for reading, writing, and believing in herself still growing and expanding. Her surmontous memories of her youthful teen years slowly passing, but through it all, she is remembering, she is smiling, and yes, she is unschooling.
My hair did not turn out too badly. She even colored it a beautiful shade of red. She herself wears her hair in a short pixie cut, so why couldn’t mom? I must admit, my hair has never been this short since exiting my mother’s womb, but it is what it is. A haircut from hell, a memory for me, and memory for her, a time of sheer laughter together and a day not forgot. The haircut isn’t just a haircut, it is a experience, a learning time, an adventure, outrageous to some, but never a regret, an unschooling magical moment to share. It will grow.
Be well, enjoy the second, cherish in the moment, and never regret your life lessons. We are real, we are here, we are unschoolers even if some do not support our methods, our beliefs, we do, and that is all that matters.
Written with love, by Kimberly Sharpe Slage© 2011 An Unschooling Life