Big Girl...Stick With Your Dancing Doctor Idea

Big Girl and Little Lady decided to play barber shop yesterday....Little Lady's hair lost.

Yesterday afternoon started off like any other.  I picked Big Girl up from school, came home, did snack, watched 30 minutes of TV, and then told them they had to go play for a little bit while I tried to pick up (ha!).  I went to check on them a couple of times and they were playing really well...or so I thought.  After I had checked on them, I came in, sat down for a minute and flipped on the TV for some reason.  A few minutes later Little Lady comes out and says "Emma has scissors."  OK.  Wait.  What?  Wait.  What has happened to your hair?  What the?  BIG GIRL!!!!  WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!  GET IN TIME OUT RIGHT NOW!!!!  WHAT THE?  WHAT THE?  WHAT DID YOU DO?  WHAT DID YOU DO?  WHAT DID YOU DO?  WHY DID YOU DO THIS?  Big Girl simply says "Sisters hair was too long.  She needed a hair cut."  At this point I am crying historically (yes...historically) and trying to figure out the what, why, and where this hair cutting has happened.

I call Big Grasshopper and leave the following message crying....bawling......OK....snot coming out my nose, tears dripping on my clothes crying.....BIG GIRL JUST CUT LITTLE LADIES HAIR!!!!!  CRYING...and I hang up.  I bet that is a great message.....yup....classic Kristin message.

I then call my WONDERFUL hair goddess person and beg her to help me.  She takes me in laughing and fixes Madison's hair.

I know most kids do this and it is a right of passage, but to say that we have talked about not cutting hair is an under statement.  Every time we have out scissors (which will be never, ever, not until they are 35 will they get to use another pair of scissors in this house) I talk to them about only cutting paper, and only cutting things we need to cut.  We never, ever, under any circumstance think we need to cut clothing, Barbie hair, or someone's hair, including our own.  (Think all my talking has really paid off...don't ya think?)

My verdict at the end of the day is Big Girl should stick to her dancing doctor idea of what she wants to be....and it is just hair....it grows back....right?

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Your Only A Day Away.....

Tomorrow...sweet tomorrow....

The day Emma was born was so special.  For one it meant that my body would quit having high blood pressure and I could go back to feeling somewhat normal and two it meant I would finally get to see this bundle of joy that I had waited on for the last 9 months.  After she was cleaned up, everyone got a good look at her, and I was all alone for a few minutes with this little person it hit me....I would never be able to completely protect her again.

I know that she isn't going off to college and I am not sending her away to a deserted island but tomorrow is one more thing I can't completely protect her from.  I can't choose her friends, can't make people be nice, can't always help her make the best choice, and I will not be there every second to know that she is OK.  I can't protect her.

So for me....tomorrow is just a day away....but if today slows down to a crawl....that will be just fine for me...because today I can protect her and know that she is OK.