The Long and The Short Of It

These two decided to get their hair cut today.

Matching chin length bobs. Very exciting.

Especially exciting for Jay, because she’s never had her hair cut in a salon before.

After losing on the rock-paper-scissors decision…

she waited patiently for her turn…

And then, there she was, getting her hair cut!

It was all a little surprising to me, because this was the girl who ran shrieking from me all of last year when I even mentioned the idea of trimming her split ends. She was never, never, ever going to get her hair cut, nobody could make her do it, she looooved her long hair, and how dare I even suggest a new style. I had accepted the fact that she would be the little wild child that walked around with uncombed, unwashed, tangled, disheveled, stringy hair, and had given up hoping that I could ever convince her to cut it.

Which she must have sensed.

She woke up this morning and announced that she wanted her hair cut. Immediately. After a phone call to her friend, she called the salon, and arranged to be squeezed in that afternoon. All I had to do was walk them down there.

Looking at how pleased she is in the After picture, my guess is that I did the right thing by yet again letting this little one call her own shots. She likes to do things when she’s ready to do them, and not a minute sooner. If I had insisted on a cut even last week, it would have been a very different face looking up at my camera. I’m liking the pride I see in this one.