Hair Being Cut Essay

I held my eyes tightly shut as I squirmed and laughed. Seated on a chair in my basement, my young self tried to no avail to turn off the natural instinct of being ticklish. I heard the buzzing of the trimmer behind my head, knowing my mother would soon bring it to my neck to clean up the edge of my hair. My mom is a hairdresser, so it never comes out too bad and I have never had to pay. The only memories I have of my hair being cut are in my basement and with my mother, the reason being this is the only way it has ever happened. It is a little strange that I have never gone to get my hair cut, but I have no objections with my mom still cutting my hair.
These times spent with my mom are ones that I will only cherish more as I move closer to adulthood. Having my time almost constantly occupied does not leave as much time with my family as I would like, but I still need my hair cut approximately once a month. A haircut has always been a time when I think about what is happening in my life. Maybe that is because I’m
Even though I might be annoyed at the moment, a fresh cut is always something to be grateful for. After all these years, I am glad my mother has not only had the time and energy to cut my hair, but also had the time to always talk to me and aid in instilling in me the values that I have, especially being thankful. Recalling some haircuts from my younger years, I see how foolish and selfish I was to be whining about how wasn’t able to buy a toy or whatever I wanted. My mother always told me to think about what I already had and the kids who have nothing, or family in Vietnam who are less fortunate. Simply remembering to be thankful helps me to stay positive and see how fortunate I am, even when it has been rough or when the unknown future is a little more than