My little one recently saw an old picture of me and said how much she liked my hair.  It was the 1980’s and I had my beloved spiral perm.  She asked if I could get one again and I explained I could not color my hair and perm it, too.  (I choose to have less gray.)  So now I have to settle for curling my hair with a curling iron and then watching it go out in the rain.  Or heat.  Or wind.  Meanwhile, my baby went from peach fuzz, to straight hair for a split second, to her fabulous spiral curls that crown her head now.  The more horrible the weather, the better her hair gets.  It doesn’t frizz and becomes more ethereal as she nears the beach.  There is almost not a person whom she has encountered who does not remark upon her beautiful hair.  The Australian singer-songwriter Delta Goodrem said, “I always had long hair.  When you lose it, you realise just how important it is to your identity.”  I would have to agree.  My junior year in high school I made the drill team and I was so happy until I realized they actually required girls to cut their hair into a short bob.  I never had short hair and I was miserable until it finally grew out after my senior year.  If women want to wear short hair that’s great; but I will be one of those ladies who keep my hair longer despite getting older; it’s hair to stay.