She wasn't too sure of the whole process.
Afterward she was tickled pink to look just like sissy.
Little Merris donated her hair to Locks of Love in memory of her grandma Cindy's sister. She died of breast cancer a few years back. She was a little scared to get it cut at first but now she loves it. Me, I'm just glad I don't have to listen to all the crying anymore while fixing her hair in the morning. I was done with it. How is it that one moment she looks so little & the next she looks so mature?
While we're on the topic of hair I thought I'd mention this lovely looking homeless child pictured above is actually Mozers. Yep. She doesn't want help fixing her hair anymore. Some days I'm fine with it. Like days when we are not leaving the house or if we are going to places where people know I don't normally let my children look this raggedy shmaggedy.
Allowing her this freedom has afforded her such a sense of self confidence. I'm constantly met with, "I can do it mom. You don't need to help me anymore." I really am trying to let my children have these freedoms. The freedom to choose all those little choices that will someday turn into big decisions to be made. I know by allowing a few bad hair days here & there I'm really giving them lessons in freedom of choice. Kinda funny to think that this is how it all works, but I think I'm on to something here. No matter if I'm right or wrong in my parenting ideas I do know one thing for certain. I love these little people more than life itself. I love how each one of my kids are so different from the next. I marvel at the complexity of it all & rejoice that I get to be a part of their lives.
