"It Happened".......

Friday afternoon the phone rang, it was my Mother, that was her opening line. Then..."hold on, Gracie, come here, tell your Grandma what you did", I SO knew what was coming down this pike.

"Hi, Grandma"...Hi, Gracie, what's up? (in the background..."tell her"...) "I cut my hair, I cut my bangs"...Really? You did? Well, did you do a good job of it?....and in a really small voice.."No, not really". sigh.....Well, Gracie, I'm sure it looks just fine, and even if it's a bit on the short side..hair grows....it's alright.... "Yes, Grandma" Alright then, are you having fun today? "Oh! Yes I am!" well, everything is alright then, isn't it.... "Yes, bye now"

Of course, I kinda love it, you know what I'm talking about, right?

The thing is...my Mother is a lovely woman...but... yep, she has a weird streak, I know, we all have them, but why on earth should it matter if a 4 year old cuts her bangs off? Gracie was in at the table working away at some paper crafts, had her little blunt scissors and she finally got fed up with her bangs hanging down and just lopped them off. So what.

But I could hear it in her voice, a bit of hurt and shame, because my dear Mother made a much bigger deal out of it than it merited. Granted, last Tuesday or Thursday, I can't remember which, I had looked at Gracie and commented that her bangs needed a trim to which she agreed but we were busy at the time and then both of us forgot all about it, (my bad), they weren't 'that' long but this girl really dislikes having hair in her face. Before her hair got long enough to pull back into a pony tail she wanted a buzz cut like her Conor's and Daddy's...yep. I remember giggling about it at the time and said something to the effect 'why not?' to her Mom and Dad, good grief, you would've thought I'd suggested cutting her toes off or something. Maybe not a 'buzz' but something very close to it,..... what?!?!?! it is just hair....it tends to grow....right?

When I was a little girl my brother and I decided to 'do' each others' hair, he sat in the chair first, I was having the most fun but then my Mom came looking for us (we'd been entirely too quiet) and found us....I really don't remember what happened (other than the scissors being removed from my hand) or what exactly had been said to us....but I don't remember feeling shame...or hurt feelings....granted I don't remember cutting his hair again either, heh.

I'm hoping that whatever hurt or shame Gracie might have felt was fleeting, very fleeting.

I finished Magic 28 socks pair #9 last night and started on #10, no photos yet...but here are some late Spring, early Summer flower/plants going on...

Purple shamrock.....coming out of her Winter blahs....

Catnip with the wire over it, there's a particular Mr. Tom who comes round and thought this was his new nap-bed.....

Hey, all you folks living in or around Bedford, VA, go over to Dianne's blog, she has news about a LYS having a special day on Saturday...go on....

Happy Knitting to all and continue to make.good.time.