When something unexpected happens you do what you can to deal with the situation and try to prepare so it won't happen again, or atleast you will be prepared. Well months ago we had a mini tragedy, Klai cut her hair and some of Rykels off. Not a huge amount, but enough to give herself a side mullet, which we fixed with pony tails and braids. Her hair was just beginning to grow out and I thought to myself the other day, I love these beautiful curls. Then I received "the call." The call that every mother dreads.
"Um Rachel..." Mother of Friend whose name we will not mention
"Yes" Myself, thinking this tone is NOT good.
"The girls were playing...and..." Mother's voice trying to be gentle
"Oh NO, what happened, did Klai hit her..." Myself concerned that my child is becoming too aggressive.
"No, but Klai cut her hair..." Mother very apologetic
"Oh no, it happened again, that's ok, was it a lot?" Myself more concerned that my daughter is playing with scissors.
"Yeah its a lot, and she cut my daughters hair." Mother very concerned.
"Oh NO, I am so sorry!! Do you want me to pick her up now?" Myself, embarrased.
"No I'll drop her off, I'm sorry." Mother very apologetic.
Ok so this conversation led to many conversations with Jase on how we should deal with the situation, so Klai won't cut anyone else's hair. Then the mother dropped her off. Now I was expecting something like last time, some hair off in front and not much in back. Oh how I was wrong. She did everything. She cut all but a tail in the back. And then I saw the friend whose hair was chest length was now cut to a cute bob, CUTE! My daughter on the other hand had turned into a cute boy cut. WEll as for our lecture, it turned more into, that's not safe to play with scissors and I'm sorry that you look like a boy, but your are still beautiful. AFter trimming the hair to look balanced, it hit her as she looked in the mirror. It broke my heart, her pout and "I don't want to look like a boy mom" I gave her big hugs and told her that she will always be beautiful. What else can a mom do?