Gosh, I love my girl.
But I don’t think I’ve ever told you, how much we sometimes clash.
Yes. We. Do.
We can go weeks without a cross word. Just happily loving each other.
Enjoying nattering about the trivia of everyday life – bare minimum is twice a day.
We share each others highs and lows.
I know I’ve already told you before, how blessed I feel, to be the first person she calls when anything happens in her life.
Yes, we discuss most things.
She is 22 and of course it goes without saying, there are some things she needs to keep to herself. She needs her privacy.
We are best mates and our love for one another, holds no boundaries.
I would lie down and die for her, within a heartbeat.
BUT, sometimes we clash.
We clashed the last weekend she came home
The weekend of the haircut.
When she left last Sunday to return to Brisbane, I felt deflated and sad.
Sad that we had bickered.
But when I sat down and thought about it, I realised there is a lot going on in Beckie’s life at the moment.
Of course the haircut made her anxious – she is her mothers daughter after all – we both love our hair!
Also, she is still struggling from the toe incident.
Did I tell you about the iron dropping on her foot from the top of the washing machine?
OUCH – doesn’t even come close. She lost a lot of blood.
Not as bad as Texas Chainsaw Massacre..but you get the picture 😉
The iron shattered her toenail and nail bed. And the poor thing was in Brisbane on her own.
Panic doesn’t come close to how I felt, when Jonny called me at work.Within minutes, my ass was in the car to Brisbane.
Bless her, she called the doctor, and even managed to drive herself to the other side of Brisbane to get help.
She just knew it was nasty and we were too far away to do anything, so she stepped-up, put on her big girl pants and dealt with it.
I was equal amounts of shocked and proud – not sure I would have remained so calm if it was me.
Of course, I wouldn’t dream of showing you the pics, but lets just say she is still changing the dressings daily (it happened 3 weeks ago).
To add insult to injury (pun intended 😉 ) She was just about to start her second Law Clerkship the Monday after.
IN THONGS WITH A BIG BANDAGE ON HER TOE – not a good look for a 22 yr old short arse (Sorry darling but you are!)
Next, was the decision to cut off her hair. Yes, that’s the perfect recipe for a Mumma / Daughter bicker!
You see, when it comes to me getting my hair cut…you could say (on occasion) I’m a tad impulsive.
Not always, just sometimes.
This impulsiveness can drive Beckie to distraction.
She has to think….think again…..and then think some more.
But, I just knew she would love her hair shorter, once it was cut.
So, in order for these changes to happen, I had to plant seeds.
This process can take months, to come to fruition.
I adore this part of my job as a Mumma. I thrive on nurturing her confidence enough that she feels content to make big changes – i.e cutting 6/8 inches off her hair!
I start by saying “would you ever consider having your hair shorter?”
That’s all it takes to start her thinking.
The biggest thing is, I know she trusts me, because I always want her to look and feel a million dollars.
Also, her life is changing rapidly at the moment. She is thinking about her future. She is picturing what her life will be like.
Hair plays a huge part in the way she see’s herself.
Do you consider your hair to be part of your outfit too?
Both Beckie and I do.
It’s part of the confidence armour for us.
Let me explain…
New situations, new jobs, social events – for us both, these things need confidence.
Planning what to wear, painting my nails, fresh blow-dry and the right make-up are all part of the confidence.
If my hair isn’t right – it can spoil my day.
Trivial? Maybe. Honest? Hell Yeah.
So I totally understood Beckie’s hesitation when it came to getting the chop.
Want to know what the clash was over?
A few niggly little things that sound oh so trivial now.
- Beckie: over-reacting to a fringe on a picture.
- Me: I sometimes don’t think through the consequences, before I speak.
When she arrived before the appointment, I showed her a picture of how I thought she should have her hair (the picture had a fringe – it’s not a good idea to use the words fringe and Beckie in the same sentence) When will I learn?
She loved the rest of the pic though, but the fringe slightly wound her up. Made her a touch more anxious.
As soon as she we arrived home from the salon and because I loved her ‘new-do’ hair so much, I said she should get the back shorter – on reflection maybe I should have waited – let her enjoy the moment.
And then to add insult to injury, the following morning I asked it she was going to wash her hair (she was going out in the evening) as it looked flat (her hair is really fine).
In my defence last Sunday the humidity here was hellish…so she did have a bad case of ‘bed-hair’ BUT because of said humidity, the last thing she needed was to wash her hair without a aircon blasting in her face.
The moral of the story?…Sometimes I need to think before I speak. And, Beckie needs to not snap at me, when she is anxious.
Good job we adore each other eh?
What do you think of the cut? Do you think it would suit her even shorter?