Yesterday India got gum in her hair and I had to cut out a chunk in the back, and today I thought I would even it out and then just trim it up by an inch, but then I realized that I had taken off way more than an inch on one side, so then I cut my way back around to the other side, and then I cut more because I couldn’t seem to get it even, and the next thing I knew I had cut her hair off to her shoulders and OMG I COULD CRY.
She has been begging me to cut her hair short for months (like her BFF Timory, below) but I really had no intention of complying with this request. Except that I am an impulsive idiot. A sad, sad idiot with bad scissor skills.
She looks beautiful, of course. And she LOVES IT. But her baby curls are completely gone, and she looks so much older. Every time I look at her, I see this big girl who I barely recognize. I’ve been having a tightness of the chest all day, wondering why time passes so quickly and how I can bear her to get any older. I have seriously had to hide my tears from her several times today because I can’t deal with how mature she looks.
Next time, I think I’ll take her to the salon. And she has lost her “gum privilege” until she is 12.
Oh my gosh, she will be twelve someday! Hold me.