Let me start this post with a flashback story for you. When I was like 3 yrs. old, my neighbor was 5 yrs. old. We were playing hair salon with our Barbies. My neighbor then had this fantastic idea to play for REAL. Guess who was the cutter (not me). She (being only 5 yrs.) cut my hair like no body's business. Then she asked me to walk home backwards so my mom wouldn't see me right away...or at least I think that's why. However I didn't get past her mom first, so her mom marched me over to my mom and began the APOLOGY. My mom took me to get my hair evened out and this story ends with Kendra having boy hair...and traumatized. I've been more of a longer hair fan since then. (I did have shorter hair when I taught in a public school where I saw a mom with head lice....not to mention several kids with it as well.)
So, my beautiful baby girl got her hair cut in kindergarten. I held back tears. She's adorable no matter what. So now in second grade it's all grown out and gorgeous. I ask her for her hair all the time, but that never really seems to work out for us. She asked again over spring break for either 1) short hair, or 2) blonde hair. We went with #1.
After... She can't stop smiling. She can't stop asking all of us to play with her hair. It's adorable and I think she just grew up 10 years. Good thing it wasn't cut by a 5 yr. old and nobody needs to walk backwards. I've learned to let my hang ups be my own hang ups and not hers. She is a beautiful girl inside and out!! I love this girl!!