Sunday, November 12, 2006
She has been begging me to cut her hair for about a year. She wanted it to her ears. I knew that when we cut it, the curl would be gone. I wasn't ready for that. Last night we finally took the plunge. Besides a trim when she was three, this is her first haircut.
I did not do well.
She sat in the chair and put on a brave face and told me "I know the curls are going to be gone, but its OK Mom. Really". When she started to tear up, she reassured me that her eyes were just watering, she wasn't really crying. I told them to cut it below her shoulders but apparently our stylist heard "cut it as close to the ears as you can with out actually going that short".
She looked SO CUTE, but so grown up. I don't like it. Not because she doesn't look good but because my little girl is gone. She doesn't even look like the same child to me. She looks older. Less delicate. She loves it. She fell asleep last night with the mirror on her bed. She decided that she wanted to look in the mirror until she fell asleep. "I just can't help it Mom. It looks SO CUTE".
I know this is just the first of many baby steps on her journey to being a grown up. But this is the first one that hurts. I was totally fine with her going to school, her first tooth loss, etc. I didn't even care that for the first 3 years of her life she liked her dad, then her grandpa, then her Elmo and THEN me. I am not ready for her not to need me or like me. This is just the beginning of the end.
But she does look cute..................