Experience has confirmed that a traumatic situation is best met with loads of reassurance and some immediate comfort food. In this case hot chocolate and an oatmeal cookie, rare treats for my granddaughter. The trauma? First trip to the salon for a hair cut. Weezie's hair has grown quite long in recent months. Her dad trimmed it but left the bangs stylishly long. These got to be way long and hung shaggy dog style, necessitating a clippie or constant smoothing and tucking to allow access to food or a view of her surroundings.
It was time for a cut, and Nonna got the hand off. Of course I know haircuts can be an ordeal, especially first ones. We've all heard the stories and seen the family pictures. My plan to avoid this was to have Weezie watch me get a hair cut. She is a great one to imitate behavior. It might have worked, except that she balked and then freaked as we entered the salon. (This was a first for me, Weezie is usually the Princess of Poise, Queen of Cool, a Moxie Maven.) Mary, the stylist, never had a chance. She was game, however, and followed us around the shop as I comforted this inexplicably upset child, eventually managing to cape us and deftly trim the bangs. Voila! We left the rest for another day; I tipped Mary gratefully and we slipped away to the Rocket. That's GG, Weezie's great grandmother sitting with her while I take the pictures. GG was wishing she had a little Comfort in her cocoa. Me too, my nerves felt like they had been backcombed, but anyway I was driving. Wish I had some before shots to remind my why we went through this. I thought nonnas got the fun jobs.
3 comments:
Oh, SO CUTE! What a little grown-up she is. This definitely is a great age with lots of new adventures, but it can also be exhausting. Like, to-the-bone exhausting.
Yes. It can be. And all too frequently is. Nobody tells us that before we dive in, either. Just dark little hints like "Your life will change forever" etc. And the worst, the very worst, is it all goes by way too fast. Which is why we are so lucky to get a second chance at enjoying our little ones when we become NONNA's.
Of course you are not ready to think about that, but if you are really really lucky, like me, you will get that chance someday. Meanwhile, savor the many little pleasures. And remember to let other people help you when they offer, if it is at all feasible.
She looks like she's texting on your phone, which I know is incapable of texting, but still...eerie.
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