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It was hard for her to take care of it by herself. Sometimes we fought about it. She asked for a haircut and I said yes.
She is more aware of herself now at 10 years old, and how she fits in with her peers. It is my job to help her find her way. I secretly like that the haircut make her look younger.
Posted at 08:46 AM in kids, mothering | Permalink