It’s hard to believe, but Mimi has never had her hair cut.
Because her hair was very long and all one length, it would fall into her face whenever it wasn’t pulled back. For the most part, this was never a problem because with all the hair bows and ribbons and ties~and her own fascination with putting them in her own hair~it was well-kept. The problem was when she was tired or mad she’d pull her hair over her face to sheild her eyes. If she was tired, she’d simply lay quiet with her hair over her face. If she was mad, however, she’d grunt and scream her frustrations. I hate to say it, but whe she did this, it was complete transformation. Her entire countenance changed from that of sweet little girl to the monster child on “The Ring.” It was really spooky.
We were shopping at Wal-Mart the other day. It had been a busy one and she was starting to get cranky. Amelie decided she didn’t want to sit in the cart, and stood on the child seat, nearly falling over and scaring the bejesus out of me as I caught her before she could crack her head open. I scolded her and put her back in the seat, fighting her to buckle the child safety strap. She caved and sat there with a big pout on her face. I knew it was lack of a good nap that she was behaving this way, and I really felt sorry for her. But a mom has to do what a mom has to do, so we continued our shopping.
I reached over to grab something from a shelf, and when I turned back, I saw that Amelie had pulled the clips out of her hair, allowing it to fall over her face. She grunted and let out exasperated moans. The woman who was following behind me(who had also witnessed the previous battle) gave me a piercing glare as if to say, “Can’t you control your child?”
That was when I decided I had had enough. I steered the cart and Mimi to the check out stand, paid for our stuff and went directly to the Wal-Mart salon. At first she fought it, refusing to sit in the booster chair. I sat down with her on my lap hoping this would work, but no. Amelie slid down my legs and threw a tantrum on the floor.
Through my embarassment, I told the beautician to take the little boy in line behind us. I calmed Mimi as we waited for the boy’s haircut to be finished. Once she saw that it wasn’t going to hurt, she seemed okay with the idea of getting her hair cut. Like a brave little soldier, she climbed into the chair and let the lady chop away!
In total, we cut off about five inches in the back, gave her some bangs and restored my sanity! She hasn’t morphed into a monster since! Yea!
