The New Do

Kate got her hair cut short. Mornings look relatively calm around here again. Her hair is so fine that it's difficult to keep looking good. If I style it in the morning and we go anywhere in the afternoon, I have to style it again. Basically I have to work on her hair every time we leave the house. This isn't a lot of fun for either of us. I have to spray it wet and haul out the blow dryer to straighten it out. It's too thin to stay in any kind of a pony tail or barrette longer than a few minutes. Of course when you're four it's hard not to dream about having beautiful long hair.

Just so you know. I didn't force her into getting her hair chopped off. I talked her into it the same way I talked her into giving up 95% of the toys in her room. Gently. "If you cut your hair short it won't get tangled and hurt when I comb it out." "If you get rid of these toys you won't have to spend so much time cleaning your room." These are arguments that a little girl can appreciate. Everywhere we go, I point out beautiful girls and women with short hair. Kate loves her new short hair and her new clean room. She brags to everyone about how she can do her hair every day all by herself and her Mom only has to do it on Sundays

I had my hair cut about five inches shorter, the same day, to show my support for her situation. She asked me why I didn't cut it as short as hers. I told her it was because I wasn't as cute as her. Now she feels sorry for me that I'm so ugly I can't have short hair. I guess I'm the kind of Mother only a child can love.