My first love is in grade 8 this year. It seems like it was just yesterday my husband and I were driving her home from the hospital in silence scared shitless about taking care of our newborn baby girl. I remember that drive home from the hospital in silence so vividly.
My husband and I turned to look at one another, with the same frightened look on our faces on that quiet drive home. The speechless look we both had said: Oh my god, we don’t have nurses to help us anymore. What are we going to do? And then a few minutes later we broke the silence and fully admitted we were nervous.
Thirteen years later our first-born is now a full-grown teenager, and a social, empathetic, butterfly, who wants to use her life to somehow help others.
I must say, I’m pretty damn proud.
Everyone always says they feel sorry for my husband and I because we have three girls mostly due to the fact that they hear all these horror stories about the teenage years.
In many ways, raising a teenager can be emotionally draining, like when my daughter doesn’t stop begging me if she can hang out with her friends, when she’s constantly on her phone, or when she asks over and over when I’m going to take her to dye her hair.
However, I like to look at things in a positive light, (so I don’t go insane).
Therefore, the pros oftentimes weigh out the cons.
For example, I can leave my teenager with her younger sisters alone (this is the best thing ever), she can walk herself to school, pack her own lunches, we can watch shows together with adult content, & we can share clothes ( although I want to kill her sometimes when she wears something of mine without asking. Oh shit, I forgot, I’m talking about the pros).
She teaches me slang (but if I repeat it, I get made fun of because I’m apparently old and it sounds weird.) But whatever, sometimes things are just so “lit” I can’t help myself, I have to say it.
In other words, raising a teenage girl isn’t one big horror story. It’s a rollercoaster that’s for sure, but so is every phase of parenting and it doesn’t matter which sex you have!
The last few months my teenage daughter has been begging me to take her to dye her hair.
So, when Salon Era reached out to me offering salon services, I gave in and asked if my daughter could have some services instead. (The things we do for our children to keep our sanity).
My daughter wanted gray balayage highlights, which I was very skeptical about because I know the process of bleaching would kill her hair. Plus, her hair was bleached a few years back so she could have some blue streaks at the bottom of her hair and let’s just say, it kind of killed her hair.
Thankfully, when we arrived at the stunning salon in Richmond Vancouver, the very kind and talented color specialist Sebastien, did a fantastic job of convincing my daughter to save her hair!
Boy did he win brownie points!
After some thoughtful consideration, my daughter and Sebastien agreed that some subtle caramel highlights would suit her and be less damaging to her hair. The founder of Salon Era and award winning stylist Ken Hung, gave my daughter a quick trim before they began the color treatment. They wanted to make sure her hair was healthy before adding the highlights.
In addition, my daughter had some very special VIP treatment in Salon Era’s private styling room. This room is upstairs away from the rest of the salon chairs, with its own sink, couch to relax on, and a very cozy chair. There is also an option to close the curtain, for the ultimate private experience.
The delightful staff at Salon Era, treated my daughter and I like queens for the day, offering us tea, and snacks, and an overall memorable mother/daughter experience.
I really needed to remind myself that if I let my teenage daughter dye her hair it isn’t the end of the world! Hair will always grow out, and I feel like taking my teenager to get her hair done is much, much better than what I did with my hair at her age.
Do you remember the Sun in bottles of spray that turned everyone’s hair orange?
And don’t even get me started about the time I was my daughters age and dyed my hair jet black so I could look like a witch.
See, things could be worse.
We don’t always have the answers to this crazy parenting thing, or know how to handle every situation, but we continue to stay on the ride in hopes that one day, when they’re grown, they’ve become responsible, kind, confident, and successful ( whatever success means to you and more importantly, your child) citizens of humanity (with dyed or natural hair!)
Thank you to the team at Salon Era for easing my parenting anxiety, and treating my daughter to a special hair salon experience.
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