Thursday, December 22, 2011

It's just hair. Deep breath. Repeat. It's just hair.

I took the girls for their twice a year hair trim over the Christmas break. They were SUPER excited because the girl who cuts their hair had recently moved to this cute little place called The Style House in downtown Frisco and they were so anxious to try it out. I intended for everyone to just get a little trim to cut off the split ends and make their hair look healthier, but surprise, surprise! Someone had something different in mind from dear ol' mom. (Note that says 'ol and not old).

I don't know why I am such a freak about their hair. I think I make a post similar to this every single time we go for a haircut and that is sad. It's just hair. It grows back. I am a rational adult (SHUSH IT, ROB AMEZCUA) and I know this. Maybe I flash back to my childhood and those heart-wrenching times when I talked my mom into letting me do something stupid with my hair (or she just did it for me) and then I hated it and had to go through that horrible phase where it had to grow back into a suitable style. I can remember several bad perms/dye jobs/bang cuts that must have scarred me for life. Because I would be perfectly content for my girls to have long flowing one length styles that require me to put a lot of effort into their hair to make it look good. Rob is forever rolling his eyes and getting mad that the girls can't do their own hair because it gets so tangled and I have to use so many products and tools to get it looking "perfect". He says "normal" 8 year olds do their own hair and can get whatever style they want. And so, the hair battles begin and we haven't even reached puberty. Ah, the things I have to look forward to.

We arrived at their appointment with a plan. . .Ally wanted a slight trim, Maddie wanted a slight trim and Mia wanted to chop her hair off. To her shoulders.

I tried to reason with her. Even the stylist tried to reason with her. That was A LOT of hair and her hair is SO pretty. Maybe just a few inches? Nope, she had her hands on her hips and showed us where she wanted it cut to. It was about 6 inches. I told the lady 3. Mia said 4. I communicated with my eyes that maybe 3.5 was OK. And then I held my breath and prayed she didn't regret her decision.

Here we go!

Stone faced and matter-of-fact about it. She even had to show it off to rub it in my face.

It ended up being between 3.5-4 inches and I did feel sick about it for a few minutes. But then I saw how excited she was with her new 'do and I had to get over it. I can't be in control forever. Keep telling me that, please. Maybe then it will really sink in.

It does look so much healthier now and I have had MANY people tell me that they thought it was way too long anyway (thanks for that AFTER THE FACT). I mean, it's not like she was approaching Crystal Gayle status or anything. It was just long. And pretty.

Next time she says she will go for more. Hopefully it will grown out plenty more in the next 6 months before we go through this again!

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