Right about now is when I panic.
There is no going back.
But did I make the right choice?
Abby has never had a formal haircut. She’s 3 1/2 and my mom has cut her bangs and evened out the straggly ends in the back, but that’s about it.
I had an idea.
See, Abby has very fine hair like mine and my mom (who again, was – of course – right) said I would reach a point where I would decide to have it cut short because it is so hard to comb not to mention the fact that 10 minutes later it always looked like it hadn’t been combed in a month. I poo-pooed her. We’re doing fine with it this way. Conditioner. Detangling spray. No worries.
Then the tears came.
One day she cried and continued crying for 20 minutes after I combed her hair.
And while I fought every urge so that finally my mom would be wrong (c’mon, really…just once?), I couldn’t have my baby crying every time I combed her hair. So we decided on a hair cut. Originally I was going to have my mom do it, I decided to take her to a local salon for the experience of it all.
I told her I wanted it short. Just below the ears short. A cute, nicely-shaped bob cut.
The stylist talked me out of it.
She thought it would be too short.
So she left it a bit longer.
Who’s crying now?
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