I Will Always Love You

I love the honesty of kids sometimes.

Adults are just so bloomin tactful and diplomatic, whereas kids just say it how it is without thinking anything of it.

My chemo starts this Thursday, so I thought I'd do a bit of prep work. I booked in with my lovely hairdresser who I've known for years, explained what was happening, and we decided that it would be a good idea to have my shoulder-length, wavy, brown locks chopped short - especially since I've been instructed by the physio to do so much cleaning. I really wouldn't want to upset her by blocking the hoover when my hair started falling out.

And so I returned home looking like a little pixie/elfling thing. I thought my little 6 year old would be impressed. Not so.

'Oh my God, mum, you look horrible. You're not my mum anymore.' Followed by tears.

In an American movie, I would've said the following -

'Of course I'm still your mom, honey - I'll always be your mom no matter what I look like, and remember I will always love you...'

But I didn't. I just cried as well, said nothing and gave her a cuddle.

Later, I was going to suggest that she should bunk off school and come with me and Grandma to the wig shop to help me choose the right style, when she appeared with her blond 'Dolly Parton-like' wig that had been stuffed at the bottom of her dressing up box.

'There's a few tats in it, mum, but if we brush them out, you could borrow this...'