Littletree has lately been saying she doesn't want to have dreadlocks anymore. She had wanted them in the first place; her hair naturally falls in perfect golden ringlets, and I used to be quite vain about them. I used to brush her hair regularly and she always hated it.
Here's one of the last photos I have of her curls, taken in December 06:
Just after that was taken, Littletree refused to let me brush her hair at all. She ran away from me, screaming "don't touch my hair! I'm getting dreadlocks!"
Ahh well.
So she slowly grew natural dreaddies, and they were just starting to get really long and natty. When she said she wanted to cut her dreadlocks off, I explained that then her hair would be really short, and we talked about a few people we know with short hair. She most definitely did NOT want short hair. She wanted long wavy hair, and decided not to cut her dreads off.
But, kids being kids, she still didn't want dreads. Thankfully I took a whole bunch of photos of her flicking her hair around:
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The next day, when I was busy doing something else and not paying attention, she got out the scissors...
Littletree came to me, almost crying, and said, "mama, you were right. I didn't realise it would be so short".
At first I didn't understand, and then I saw the back of her head.
Well, it's her hair and she can do what she likes with it, but she was so sad about it. She refused to leave the house because she didn't want anyone to see.
Lots of things went through my mind, like "I told you so" or "well, you cut your own hair, now you have to face the world like that", or being mad with her, because I would have done it for her, neatly. But none of those things would have been very supportive, and she was really upset; she needed my love.
I cuddled her, and we talked about it. She totally refused to let anyone know that she had shorn hair, and cried at the thought of walking around town like that. So I went into the dollar shop and bought her a wig.
She likes the wig a lot, and her hair will grow.