I have been a mother for seventeen years. I have three children, and between three different souls, I feel I’ve been exposed to every parenting situation in the book. However, with my middle daughter, Gianna, I received a lesson for the books. She taught me one of the biggest lessons I’ve had as a mother thus far.
As a parent, it’s my job to teach my kids right from wrong, to respect others and to think before they speak. I hope that my children are confident, empathetic, self- thinkers who learn through my positive example not to judge others based off their looks, beliefs, race or gender.
“You can’t wear that t-shirt to school, it’s picture day and you’re wearing this dress; end of discussion!” Enter the tears and tantrum. It was at that moment that I realized I was tired. She was tired. I thought, I could either continue fighting over her choice of clothing, or I could pick and choose my battles. If this was any indication of what life with her was going to be like, I was certain there would be many battles ahead of us. I looked down at her and instantly saw the sadness in her eyes. I quickly realized that she was begging me to allow her to explore her individuality. This was not easy for me, but I did let her explore.
I was afraid. I didn’t know how I would handle seeing her with short hair. I know it’s only hair and that it grows back. Logically, I understood that part, but emotionally I just was not ready. To me, her hair was the only thing that I had left; the only thing that made her look like a little girl. However, I kept thinking, if I don’t let her do this, I might wake up to see that she took the scissors to her hair herself.
Together my daughter and I drove to Sport’s Clips. I looked over at her sitting next to me and saw the excitement in her eyes as she looked back at me. When we arrived at Sport’s Clips, our stylist, Jackie, was there and to be honest, I’m not sure I could have made it through that haircut without her. She made my daughter feel so special by mentioning how “cool” she thought she was for being such a confident young lady.
As each clump of hair hit the floor, I watched as my daughter shed her skin and slid perfectly into the one she was meant to be in.[/clickandtweet] By the time the last strand was cut, I could tell that it was the happiest moment of her life and one that we would both cherish. I watched as she looked at herself in the mirror; she had the biggest smile on her face, a smile I had never seen before. What I was witnessed was not only a life changing moment for her, but for myself as well.
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