I may have overreacted, but only slightly, because she cut! her! hair!
At the time Miss A cut her hair it was braided, and because it was braided (she essentially cut off the end of the braid), the result was shorter, randomly placed, layers all over her head. Basically, she looked like she had a really bad layered cut, layers that stuck out all over. I brushed it all out and hoped that it would blend, which it did--while she was standing still, while I continued to brush. As soon as I stopped, it sprang out all over.
I spent last night oscillating between thanking my lucky stars and sobbing; thanking my lucky stars because know it could have been so much worse. She could have cut off the entire braid, she could have chopped a chunk of hair at the scalp, she could have given herself bangs. I kept thinking maybe we could just let it be, wait for it to grow out, maybe it's not that bad.
Then sobbing because it was bad. It was bad enough. I'd think about how gorgeous her hair is, then about all the events we have coming up: Easter, Miss H's First Communion, dance recitals, all major photo events. And her gorgeous hair had horrible, pointy layers, and what if she lost her curls?
***Yes, I know it's just hair!! But, it's my child's hair, and I have the right to be shallow for a moment.***
This morning we went to the children's salon where Miss A sat in a pink Jeep and watched The Aristocats while the stylist and I discussed adding additional layers to help blend the layers Miss A cut.
Miss A sat in the Jeep watching the movie and requesting that only pink and white hair clips be used on her hair. She agreed to allow the light blue because it matched the Jeep, but full out refused the black.
In the end, we decided more layers were not the answer and took her length up to the offending layer. Miss A loves her new cut; Mommy is adjusting.
It could have been much, much worse.