Me: Megan! Why are you pulling your hair out?
Megan: I want it shorter.
Me: Well that's not the way to do it. If you want me to schedule a haircut with Pitin, I can, but it won't be for a few days.
Megan: Can't you cut it?
Me: I can, but it wouldn't look as good as having Pitin do it.
She ran down the hall to her bedroom.
When I followed her, she motioned for me to come into her bedroom. Then in a whisper, with tears in her eyes ...
Megan: I cut my hair.
Me: You did?
Megan showed me the section of hair near her face that had been cut from below her shoulders to shoulder-length.
Me: Looks like I'm gonna' have to cut it after all, huh?
Megan, looking relieved and skeptical, followed me into the bathroom.
As I was trimming ...
Megan: I was afraid to tell you I cut it.
Me: I'm sure you were. But you did the right thing by telling me. I hope you know that you can tell me anything. It's much better than trying to hide it, don't you think?
When we finished, she was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. It looks so cute and fresh, if I may say so myself.
I hope my reaction to the mistake she made is sealed in her memory. It was one of those rare moments where I felt like I'd passed the mommy pop-quiz, you know? Most of the time I screw things up, but praise God for times like these. I pray that these are the times she remembers.
p.s. If you happen to see Meg after reading this, please don't let on that you know anything about her cutting her own hair. I know it sounds ridiculous (this being the "world wide" web and all), but I share these tidbits with you in confidence. The worst thing you can do is talk to my girls about things you've read on their mom's blog. Someday this is all going to end, but until then, let's keep it between you and me, okay?