They say that your hair changes every seven years. If so then I shouldn’t be surprised by the way Hillary’s hair has been acting lately, after all she turned 21 almost 6 months ago. That would make it the third time in her life that it changed. For some reason, the wispy hair around her face always seems to be hanging in her eyes by the end of the day no matter what I do to control it. I know that wearing the hood on her winter poncho doesn’t help, but I really don’t recall it being this out of control before. I need to go barrette shopping for her. In the mean time when she’s home I’ve been using the ones I have on hand left from when the girls were little. So far the ones that work best are the little ones shaped like butterflies as they have a claw like part that hold the hair in place. They’re cute, but not particularly appropriate for my 21 year old; at least in my mind. Those little shiny plastic clips bring back so many memories though. In my mind’s eye I can picture my Anna, four years old, a long braid running down the length of her back all decorated with the little butterflies as she skipped up the center aisle of church to sit on the floor, her skirt puddled around her, with her friends for the children’s sermon. My vision fast forwards a few years to a 5 year old Hillary, her hair in a bun on top of her head decorated with the same little butterflies, sitting on her physical therapist’s lap. As her head bobbled around the therapist had to dodge the little plastic doo dads so as to avoid her chin being scratched. She used to joke that it was Hillary’s defense weapon. I used those clips a lot. When Hillary turned 16 we were at the mall one day, and looking at her from a distance as my husband stood with her I realized how “not right” she looked in her little kid style clothes on her adult sized frame and butterflies in her hair. I asked Anna what she thought and we agreed that it was time to redo the wardrobe so Hillary would look more her age, and fit in better with her school peers. When I see those clips I recall the Halloween that we dressed Hillary as the Butterfly Queen. She was dressed in black from head to toe, we made a large petaled flower out of her lap tray and put wings behind her, and topped her hair off with a small tiara and all the butterfly clasps and hairpins we had. She looked quite regal as we wheeled her around. It’s funny how finding a solution to out of control hair led me to such sweet memories. I like that.