Grandma Cut Her Hair!
We call her The Lioness. My daughter. Not my mother. Her blond hair is so wildly curly it often defies gravity even on a good day. It’s like a white girl fro. Most days I have to apply conditioner and detangler to get a comb through her waves and curls. However, I have figured out how to manage it. I figure it took so long for my bald-until-two baby to grow those locks. It’s my job to take good care of it.Then she spent a week at grandmas. Without me. When I picked her up at the end of the week I noticed she looked a bit different. When my mother said, “Her hair! It was in desperate need of a haircut!” I didn’t really clue in. Then I realized exactly what she was saying and took another look at the halo of fro. The Lioness now had stubby little bangs. Bangs that I had been letting grow out for a year.
I glared at my mother and said, “You what?!” My father piped in, “I told you that you shouldn’t have done that!” My mother was not moved. She again stated how disasterous my child’s hair was and that it simply had to be done. Nothing could tame it. It just killed me. It seemed so out of line. Never at any time during our phone conversations that week did she mention she had cut my daughter’s hair.
Am I out of line being incredibly annoyed by this or should I just let it go?
