Emma has had her hair cut for the first time and it only took 2 3/4 years.
I think I finally get why my Mom never let me do anything fun to my hair. According to her (and the hair dresser…her dear friend…I smell a conspiracy!) my hair was to “pretty” and “to die for” to color or straighten or cut too dramatically. Made for a way fun teenage experience, let me tell ya!
But, now I have a child that has that hair. Emma’s hair is way nicer than mine was…my hair would turn into a fro if it got too long…her hair just hangs in pretty ringlets. I admit I was afraid. Afraid that if we cut it, even a little, the curl would go away. So it was with great courage and fortitude that Chris and I headed over to the local hair shop. Emma was excited the whole way, “I get my hair cut!” She sat right down and held very still and never fussed. I tried to snap as many pictures as possible, but as you can see, she became a little annoyed with her Mama as she was a very serious big girl getting her hair cut and I was bugging her.
Oh, my fear was for not. Emma’s curls are as bouncy as ever and she can’t wait to get another hair cut.
Another passage of childhood that I wasn’t able to put off. Sigh….