Lately, I've been trying to give my kids some more independence. I think it's important.
I also think it's hard.
I let them get their own clothes and put them away. You should see their closet. Oy!
If Sirri needs a band-aid, I've been letting her get it herself. Oh well if she needs three (or ten) in an afternoon and no matter that she always picks one five sizes too big.
The kids (even Meg) have been really into serving their own food at dinner. They always use much more ketchup than I think is appetizing and sweeping the floor after dinner is no longer an option. What a mess.
Sirri has suddenly decided that she needs to wear her much too large, brown cowboy girl boots to school. every. day. Even if her outfit is black. Ugh.
She is also really into making her bed. This one I can handle. My feelings wouldn't be too hurt if this weren't just a phase.
All of these things I can handle. I'll admit, they might make me cringe, but I'll manage. Like I said, I really want strong independent kids.
BUT....when Sirri came home from school the other day and decided she needs to be doing her own hair. I panicked.
I decided to see what exactly she meant.
She armed herself with the comb and hairspray and went to work.
Half a can of hairspray later she was done and this is what she came up with......
Oh, man. Letting go is going to be a lot harder than I thought.
That hair has still got to be mine. MINE.