Molly's hair is thin and fine, just like her mama's. It didn't look the best longer but she was a girl and I wanted her to have long hair.
However, she would threw an all out fit every time I wanted to put it up in a pretty, braid, ponies...ANYTHING! She hated the tugging and would pull away from me and cry and scream. Every. Single. Time.
And well, Daddy isn't a fan of putting her hair in a simple pretty. He is untrainable in the department, I guess. So she would go to daycare and school with nappy looking hair
So I cut it. On a whim one day. Called to make an appointment and got right in.
At first, I
hated did not like it very much. I was so mad at myself for responding to that wild hair. I really need to control those impulses.
It didn't take long to realize how cute it really was. While on vacation this summer, I added a feather to accessorize that new stylish do which made me like it even more.
Three months later, I am very happy with my decision. Not to mention Molly and daddy. Our morning routine has been much more peaceful.