Now, when I see a girl with a short haircut on the playground or in the garden, oh, how I understand her mother. It is much easier in the morning to prigresti baby short hair than to spend a lot of time on combing. But my daughter, I completely refuse to cut the hair.My childhood dreams
Naturally, this installation stretches from my childhood. How many I remember, and even the children’s photos are proof of that, my sister and I always went trimmed, as they say, under a loaf. Bangs, smoothly turning into a short haircut – practical and kind of cute.
In principle, in deep childhood, in my opinion, I didn’t particularly bother with what I had on my head. But I still remember how, during a walk in the yard, I saw a passing aunt, who had beautiful ashy straight hair to the waist. I then admired, deciding that when I grow up, I will have the same!
At school, when I was already beginning to worry about my appearance, I asked my mother to let me go. Here you grow up, then you yourself will take care of them and grow them! – mother said uncompromisingly. The argument that I can do it now, did not take into account.
The maximum that is allowed to me is kare and bangs. It was impossible to grow them because we had no money for hairdressing salons, our mother always trimmed us. Therefore, even if she tearfully begged to cut 5 cm, she always cut at least 10, commenting Oh! It happened!.
But in high school I finally managed to win my right to the length! True, now began experiments with hair on long hair. As I remember, sometimes it becomes embarrassing. Still, in lower grades it would not look so funny.
Since then, I rarely cut my hair, only to remove the split ends. Moreover, at that time my hair began to curl into large curls. True, they were not able to grow them to the waist. Now I’ve also started painting myself, I don’t know if I can ever fulfill this dream …
But it is not about me! I have told all this only in order to make it clear how much I now care about my daughter’s hair. From the time of her birth, we only cut off the dry ends a few times, and so I patiently comb out all the tangles, endure a squeak about what hurts, and diligently braids the whole thing.
To support myself and inspire further exploits, I found for myself in this a few important and positive points:
1. This is another reason to pay attention to the child. Anyway, combing her and doing her hair, I talk to her.
2. In a sense, I teach her independence and good taste. We select rezinochki the color of clothes, decide how we will braid hair today. What hairstyle and why it is better to do for the garden, and what for a walk, to go on a visit.
3. For a child, this is another reason to say I am like a mom! Especially when we go to the hairdresser together and sit on the adjacent chairs.
4. Another way to not only show, but also make the child feel how it is to be beautiful, feminine and elegant.
Therefore, whatever my mother would say to me, but I determined for myself precisely – the girl needs long hair! At least my girl. Are your braids wearing?