Next up was Ally, our goofy, quirky, obsessive, sensory kiddo. Ally, loves her bangs and long curly locks. The kid would spend endless hours in front of a mirror manipulating her mane.. if we let her, which we do not! Needless to say, she stayed with her tried and true formula. However, I'm not doing this justice. Words, cannot do this justice. Nothing can describe this child and her hair. Nothing. She "must have bangs AND a pony tail at all times, even when going to bed." God love her and Lord, please give me patience.
Last but not least was little Libs. Libby might be the easiest child on Earth. For the most part she just goes with the flow and takes it all in. Today, she pulled a card from my back pocked and decided she wanted her hair cut "exactly like Molly." As much as I love and appreciate "hair spontaneity," I was a skeptic. I must have asked her 1000x's "are you sure?" "You know it won't grow back for a long long time?" She was sure and so excited. So, the hair dresser went to town and off the length came. When she was done she was BEAMING and skipping around the store. The new hairdo was a hit.
Ally with her ponytail &Libs SOooo happy after hair cuts!(Molly was having an EPIC post school day tantrum-awesome).
Meanwhile, Russ, being the great brother he is, was showering his sisters with compliments. "You are all so beautiful!" Melt me.
"Daddy cuts my hair!"
Fast forward a couple hours. We are home, I've done showers, fed the kiddos dinner, made lunches, put out school clothes, brushed teeth, etc, etc, etc...and they are ready for bed.. All seemed right in our world except... Libby was missing...
A few minutes later I found her, in the bathroom, curled up in a ball, SOBBING. My heart stopped, "Libby, WHAT IS WRONG? OMG are you OKAY?" Her response, "NO. I HATE MY HAIR." She. Is. Six.... and SO MY CHILD.
Worst part is... I get it, I really do. I mean, I really really get it! But, at the end of the day... it's just hair and it will grow, it always grows back. It's JUST hair and she is just 6 years old. Can you imagine this melt down at 16? I can. Why? Because I had one (dozen)! Hahaha.
Karma is a beautiful thing.
Mom, I am so so sorry.
Happy Friday! XOXOGen