The scene of the crime...
See those little purple paper scraps? She started out cutting up paper.
But hair was so much more fascinating.
My first response was tears...This picture breaks my heart. Because my tears brought about her tears.
And then came the guilt. Oh, the incredible guilt.
You see, I am speaking to a group of ladies at Bible Study in the morning. I needed some time this afternoon to collect some final thoughts and finish preparing. And my child that usually takes a 2 hour nap took a 30 minute nap...today of all days. And she was not cooperating the way I thought that she should. And then I lost it with her. PLEASE GO FIND SOMETHING TO DO AND LET ME WORK ON THIS!
Ouch. Sometimes I am without a doubt a terrible mother. And I am pretty sure I didn't need to be speaking to anyone after that attitude.
So she did find something to do. She sat quietly at her art caddy for 30 minutes cutting
So then I hugged her and held her and rubbed her back and sobbed and just kept saying, "I am so sorry I yelled at you." And then I told her she was beautiful and I loved her new hair cut but let's please just let Mrs. Sabrina cut it from now on. And she forgave me.
And then we laughed. As much as I loved her long, beautiful hair, we laughed. Because it is, after all, just hair. It will grow back.
And then my sweet friend, Kristee, came to the rescue with an emergency haircut. After she told me she looked like Billy Ray Cyrus which made me laugh hysterically. I was thinking more like Ruby Sue from National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.
More hair on the floor...
And the end result...
Cute as a bug!
Now, if I can only figure out how to help that little stubby bald patch in the complete front and center of her head! :)
Sleepy Tight, little pixie! I love you!