Yesterday, my 4 year old daughter broke my heart. She completely had me crying, in tears, for at least 4 hours straight. You see, I had always took pride in my daughter. She had never drew on the wall, had skipped throwing tantrums in the terrible two's, and even made a super easy switch from being the only baby, to becoming a big sister. Yesterday though, she broke my heart.
This is a lovely picture of my 1st born angel. This is her 2 weeks ago at her first day, of her 3rd year of ballet class. Take note of her beautiful long, thick curls. She very much is a girly girl, except for the fact that she's very much like a tom boy :) I love her hair though. We braid it, have it long and flowy, and she refers to her hair as Rapunzel's hair.
Then...
I walked in on
this yesterday...
Yes. That's hair. Truly's hair. Mixed in is some of her pony's hair too.
My dear sweet Truly did the unthinkable and decided that she needed a haircut of her own. I couldn't believe it. "Why?!?" I begged, "Why would you do this??!"
She knew I was upset and mad, but she told me, "Mommy, it's hot, and I'm beautiful, I wanted to be beautiful..."
She continued, wiping my silly tears, "Now it's like Rapunzel too when she cut her hair, I'm beautiful."
"Truly... yes.... you are always beautiful....."
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