That’s what I thought when my 17-year-old announced she wanted to dye her hair pink. Okay, okay, it was only a stripe, but still.
What do you say when your teenage daughter makes such a proclamation?
A variety of answers flitted through my brain.
Whatever for? But if I asked that, I knew what the answer would be. Just because. And sometimes, honestly, there really is no logical explanation for our teenagers’ insane choices.
But it’s ugly! Although I see absolutely nothing sexy about looking like a pink skunk, I know that labeling her style as “ugly” would not change her mind one bit.
Absolutely NOT. I suppose I could have put my foot down and said a resounding NO. But I didn’t have a really good reason to. Just because it is not my preference, doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be hers. After 23 years of parenting, I’ve learned to be very choosy about battles. Fight for things that really matter. And does the color of your hair really matter? Of course not! A stripe of pink hair is not really worth another World War.
So after these thoughts flitted through my mind, what did I actually say?
“Well, I guess. It’s your hair,” I sighed, secretly relieved that she didn’t want to dye her entire head pink.
And so, she did it. And did I like it? Well, I wouldn’t have done it, but honestly, I really didn’t care either way.
Her basketball coach, however, had an entirely different opinion. At my daughter’s first pink-hair practice, she was told that there would be no pink hair on her court.
So the stripe goes away. Her coach is the villain, not me. And I get my brown-haired daughter back.
Well, at least until basketball season is over.