A little bit like Locks of Love, except there’s no minimum hair length before the chopping, oh…and there’s also no licensed hairdresser doing the cutting….oh wait….you don’t just cut your hair off??????
Look at that gorgeous hair. The hair we’ve been waiting to grow for 4+ years now. Anyone care to guess how it looks right now??????
What is a mother to do????
I’ll tell you what I did…Miss A, are you listening…please remember this when you have a daughter who cuts her own hair. It is most certainly one of my better parenting moments…no sarcasm. You don’t believe me do you?
Backstory. The kids both have Staph infections. They also have mild cases of coxackie. And Miss A has a ruptured ear drum. We’ve been home recuperating all week. Fun times here….fun times.
So…I went to do some mundane, unnecessary task, you know, like getting Baby D out of his crib and changing his diaper. Apparently, the 2 hours I’d spent with Miss A having 1 on 1 time for breakfast, doing some arts and crafts, coloring in her new sketchbook and chatting was not enough to keep her wild mind and spirit for adventure satisfied for the 6 minutes this silly task took.
We fed baby D, we got him dressed and as we were walking towards the door to leave and head to the grocery store…out of the corner of my eye I noticed what looked like tufts of hair from a hairbrush on Miss A’s floor…..and then I noticed the unmistakable orange handle. That handle plus the blunt cut lines on the hair…I knew. Now, when I looked at her I couldn’t really tell where she cut the hair from…then I got a little closer. I quietly asked “Miss A…did you cut your hair?” She started to cry. Sob actually. Uncontrollably. Now…if someone took a scissor to my hair and did that to me, I’d cry that way too. Thing is, SHE DID IT TO HERSELF! Why the crying????? I didn’t even yell!!!
I explained to her that it was her hair, and if she’d like it to be long like she says she does, cutting it will not speed up that result. Sweetheart!
Inside I’m dying. If she’s wearing a headband or a bow, it’s not SO noticeable…but in any other circumstance, she has side bangs. No…not the pretty kind that are layered…more the mullet kind that can’t be fixed unless I chop her hair into a bowl cut.
Miss A…come on. Can’t I get a break?!?!?!?!?!?!
Oh I did. Thanks for not cutting your brother’s hair. Silver lining.
Patting myself on the back for not freaking the F out. You’re welcome Miss.