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My daughter finally got a haircut. I don't think her change of mind had anything to do with me. When she was resisting, I tried to appeal to her with logic. (We have a haircut policy in our family: if it gets in your eyes, you must wear barrettes or get a trim.) She flatly refused. I tried bribes, like two balloons instead of one, and, how about a trip to the ice cream store when we're done? No way. Nobody was allowed to touch her hair. Since she does have sensory "issues" as they say, I let it go and ate that page of my family policy book. About a week later, she came to me to say that she had a hard time brushing her hair because of too many tangles, and that she would be willing to get her hair trimmed a little. I asked her how many inches. And she said one, but then changed it to a half. I've decided that haircuts are in a tricky category of control. More theirs than yours. You can't force your kid to eat, sleep, or be nice. And you need her buy-in to send pointy scissors her way.
2 comments:
That's a good happy ending!
Victory is yours! And hers, really. Great post!
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