I got a haircut yesterday. And not just any haircut. I got a mom haircut. Did you even know there was such a thing? Yeah. It’s a real thing.
There are two stereotypical haircuts/styles that moms usually go for. For both, no actual styling is required. No flat-iron, blow dryer or round brush needed. It’s basically just wash and wear. One is a longer style that can easily be pulled back using a rubber band, scrunchie (if you’re stuck in the 80’s or 90’s), or headband. The other is a shorter style, often above the shoulders. I unintentionally got the latter of the two.
After I got my haircut, the words mom haircut kept repeating in my head. Like some kind of weird mantra. Why couldn’t the words rainbow sprinkles have been on repeat in my head instead? I like the sound of that a lot better than mom haircut. When I got home though, I looked at my haircut again and started to really like it. It was definitely a change. But a nice one. Because, you know what? I am a mom. A screaming, worrying, cookie baking, boo-boo kissing mom. And I love every stress inducing minute of it.
But if I ever start reaching for mom jeans, just slap me.
Seriously. Slap me.