Let’s check back in 30 years
Our four-year-old daughter is dressed in her white Easter dress that has a blue sash across the waist and gold and blue flowers adorning the billowing hemline. She has dressed herself, like a big girl, even managing to put on the white tights that go on underneath the dress. She prances a little when no one is looking and I can tell she is pleased.
Mommy comes down and does her hair. She dampens the hair and adds hair gel to create a wet, loose-curl look of Swee’Pea’s locks. Swee’Pea is satisfied with her hair. She looks beautiful and is ready for her first school photo shoot.
We arrive at school and, after some shy moments (and a bribe of cake after dinner), Swee’Pea smiles for the camera. All is well.
Later that night, we call Grandmother as Swee’Pea is eager to tell her of the dress, the tights, the photos and… of course, the special treat after dinner.
As we explain to Grandmother what Swee’Pea is excitedly trying to tell her, Mommy tells Grandmother that she gave Swee’Pea curls instead of braids. Suddenly, Swee’Pea comes to the conclusion that she COULD have had braids. In her mind, this is a special kind of evil. How could Mommy deprive her of braids – and not even tell her?!
She begins to pout. And as we begin to chastise her for pouting, she erupts with one final declaration:
“I’m not gonna make MY daughter wear curls!”
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Hahaha!
K’s mom yesterday morning told me – “the kids have had baths but I didn’t do anything with her hair, I told her you could braid her” – all I can say is that with all braiding experience, I’m pretty much bound to have a daughter who refuses, right?
Comment by angela — March 30, 2010 @ 9:21 pm
See, you are already ruining her life.
Comment by Grandmother — March 30, 2010 @ 11:33 pm
Ha ha ha ha! I fight every day over hair with my two year old, only it’s a silly fight. One tail or two? One is easier for us and for her, but two means it’s cuter. She struggles every single day over which to pick…
If that’s the hardest part of my day I am a blessed dad.
Comment by RobMonroe — March 31, 2010 @ 4:00 am
hahahaha – when I read this:
“Mommy tells Grandmother that she gave Swee’Pea curls instead of braids.”
my first thought was “oooh, bet someone made Mommy wear braids when she was little.”
Comment by Miss Britt — March 31, 2010 @ 5:28 am
My Mom tells me about time I demanded a cheeseburger at a pancake/breakfast restaurant. Apparently it was quite a scene.
Karma nailed me when my daughter wanted a cheeseburger at Starbuck’s. Luckily we were in the drive through lane. I drove right to my Mom’s house and apologized.
Yep. She’s mine.
Comment by Jess — March 31, 2010 @ 6:30 am
Ah yes. Somedays you just can’t win.
Comment by Nancy — March 31, 2010 @ 11:30 am
Ha! And then her daughter will want curls. This is the cycle of life.
Hugs and Mocha,
Stesha
Comment by Stesha — March 31, 2010 @ 2:58 pm
Coming from someone with the straightest hair ever, I hope that someday she appreciates those curls!
Comment by Jenn @ Juggling Life — April 18, 2010 @ 7:47 pm