Such long beautiful hair.
When it is brushed that is. And it doesn’t happen everyday. Every second day and to be honest every third if she has a braid in.
Is it because I am lazy?
I wish, that would be such a better excuse than the one I have.
My excuse is because I am scared.
Scared of the deafening screams. Murderous screams that make me wince. I am afraid someone will hear her and call child protective services.
Hearing a knock on my door and trying to explain that I was simply brushing my daughter’s hair.
Would they believe me?
I adore her hair, so thick and golden so long I have to make sure she remembers to hold it up when at the toilet. So long she needs to move it out-of-the-way when she sits.
But such a huge hassle!
I never want to cut it but I get so tempted and I threaten it a lot.
Bella is finally old enough to brush her own hair. Finally. At 9 years old. She once had hair like Sophie’s around the age of 3 but I had to deal with the same thing. Tantrums at brushing time.
I had cut it.
But this time I am determined to stick with it.
Until she’s 9 and able to look after it herself?
But what do I do?
I have tackled a lot of parenting issues and battles in my meagre 9 years of parenting but I have not yet mastered this.
I can not walk away from this tantrum. I am causing it.
Violet and Molly are set to follow suit. Violet complains and Molly wriggled away fiercely.
If this continues I will have to begin hair brushing on alternate days so as I am not fighting screaming children for hours on end.
The neighbours will begin to hear the pattern.
Sophie’s hair day. Violet’s hair day and so on.
This is a fight I am determined to win.
But if I get weak, as parents do sometimes…..
Bald girls are pretty too right?……