Jeremy and I have tried very hard to make sure when we warn Samantha with a consequence we are prepared to follow through with it. This stinks, sometimes, as it means canceling plans with friends issuing a consequence that I really didn't want to do. For example, the other night Samantha snapped at me for the millionth time while I was combing out her hair because of a tangle. She's been obsessed with Rapunzel and Elsa and Ohna's looooooong hair. Considering it took four years for her to finally have a ponytail, I was right there with her, encouraging her to grow it out.
Back to following through, I sternly told Samantha, "If you snap at me again, we are going to have to cut your hair."
"Fine. I want to cut my hair."
Crap. That's not the response I was expecting.
"You won't be able to have long braids anymore."
"That's fine, my tangles will be gone. I want it this short (pointing to her ears)."
"Um, no, not that short."
Such went the conversation for a few days. I finally realized that it was something she really wanted and that she was, in fact, tired of the long hair (I've been there before, so I totally understand).
So, with a heavy heart, I took her to the salon.
|What it looked like most of the time. That baby hair was really hard to comb out.|
|This is still the face I expect to see when she comes walking around the corner or wakes up in the morning.|
|But then I'm greeted with this.|
|She loves the tangle-free-ness.|
I'll admit, I choked up a bit when she got down from the chair and pranced around the salon. It's nice, though, not to fight over the hair and she does look adorable.