My first rule in parenting is that if you are about to throw your head against a brick wall…something has to change. I used to cut my kids hair. I had this romantic notion of repeating this memory from my own childhood of sitting on the front steps, getting my hair cut and then getting a lollipop. I tried to repeat this little fantasy of mine. I failed miserably. Instead creating this sweet memory for my kids I manged to turn a haircut into this high anxiety induced affair complete with yelling, screaming, massive amounts of whining, and making myself and my children miserable. They would classify a haircut from mom as cruel and unusual punishment.
So I gave up the ghost. Now we make an afternoon of going to this sweet little barbershop where the men are older enough to be my grandfather and and stop at McDonald’s on the way home. Sounds pretty sweet to me.
