A few days ago, I realized that I have not made a hair appointment in over a year.
Since then, I have had awesome and thick pregnancy hair - then after the baby came - well, my hair was falling out in massive handfuls (seriously).
Fast forward and I realized that yes, it's from the hormones of still nursing my little guy and lack of proper care for my hair!
Yes, I wash and condition on a regular basis - but sometimes it need more than that. Especially since I lacked any kind of shape or style by this point.
I looked like the girl from the Grudge and a mop...just to give you an idea.
So I went to the lady I normally go to and she's not open on the weekends unless you book by appointment - fair enough.
I had made an appointment yesterday when my friend was getting her hair cut there and I popped in this morning and it was so nice to not have the kids with me....
Okay - onto the hair cut.
She skipped washing my hair since I just did it and as she was figuring out what style I wanted (just layers and maybe side-swept bangs but not sure at that point) she started to snip away.
Then we started to chat...you know how you chat to your hair stylist or barber...typical conversation
normally includes some or all of the following:
- The weather
- Recent vacation or holidays
- Children
- Pets
- How long I'm living in Finland
- School or work
- Sometimes politics
- General news or worldly news events
So we tackled the weather, the lack of sunshine this past summer, the lack of vacation and then we got onto the children part.
"How are the boys? I haven't seen them in a long time (snip, snip, comb, snip, snip)" - her
"Oh they're doing great. V's starting day care on Monday - very exciting...and I'm a nervous wreck!" -me
"Oh is he speaking yet?" - her
I thought she knew through mutual friends about V's diagnosis of autism but I guess they stopped going to her for their hair appointments - sooooooooooooooooo...*insert awkward moment*.
"Nope - but we're working with a speech therapist. He'll have an assistant at day care and he's been diagnosed with Autism." - me
"OH that is too bad! When was he diagnosed?.." - her
Me jabbering about appointments while she's snipping and assessing her work /my head...
"Well, have you ever considered a miracle? I mean taking him to a prayer meeting or gathering - the power in a miracle has no explanation and no scientific proof..."
Once again, I am NOT knocking down anyone's beliefs or religions - this is purely my random experience while living in Finland that I am writing and sharing for all of you readers to enjoy. Take it for what it's worth.
I pause and think carefully before speaking and I am hoping that my face doesn't have a "WTF where did that come from?!" look on my face because my glasses are off so she can cut my hair without having to work around them.
"Well, no I haven't to be honest. Have you had one of those experiences?" I politely ask.
"Oh yes! I went to a prayer gathering because my skin was so painful and my neck was so sore...so I went to a Church and I was a bit late but they asked me what I wanted to pray for. So I told them about my neck and they touched it and there was heat - a lot of energy and I fell (she looks at me sheepishly) and felt instantly better! The pain was gone and my son could NOT believe it!" - her
"Ohhhh - so just like on TV?? It really works - how interesting.." I try and end the conversation at that.
She continues on for a bit and then here's the kicker.
"Well, maybe the prayers could help to get rid of the autism or ease it in some way...Because the doctor told me I would always have this thing on my neck and it's gone. Miracles DO happen you know." - her
I was stunned and shocked and a little hurt.
Yes there are a great deal of people who are following or practicing a faith and that's fine. And I KNOW she had only the nicest intentions by that speech/comment...but I just felt like she stabbed me in the neck with those scissors.
Almost like, "Your child has a disease so ask God to help out and if you really believe - then he'll grant you a miracle and you'll have a normal kid like everyone else."
Anyway, I just nodded and said I would think about it and left it at that.
A blow dryer, no bangs (my choice) and 30� later and I was out of there.
Probably for good. She just lost a customer - which is quite unfortunate because she's really nice, gives me great hair cuts and is chatty enough that I am not bored sitting there. AND she speaks perfect English...and so does her American husband (whom I've met briefly once) - who is ALSO a hair stylist.
And yes, she attends Church (Salvation Army) quite regularly from what I understand and has suggested I go to some event the last time I got my hair cut...I politely declined and thought nothing of it until today.
And the hunt for another hair stylist will probably commence in another year and a half when I finally realize how awful my hair looks....