She made the CUT.

Of course, by the title of this blog, i simply mean, she made the hair cut. :)

Julia has been asking me to chop off her beautiful locks since dance ended. (no more need of a dancer's bun)

I resist, because her long hair is gorgeous and makes her look older and i'm partial to it. But she is 5, and if there are any "safe" areas to let her be herself, express her own voice and taste and style - hair is definitely one of them. Why hold on to something so fleeting? something that grows back? something that in the end doesn't matter NEARLY as much as a compassionate heart, a courageous spirit, a steadfast faith?

Anyway. i am trying to make these mental debates in my head as i make rules and decisions. Really. what IS more imp't? So i chopped her hair. I wasn't going to fight her on it. I wasn't going to guilt her into thinking she was choosing the 'wrong' look. how petty that would be.

It's the same with a lot of problems we run into during the day. So what if Julia doesn't want to play with her toys, she would GLADLY give them all away if I WEREN'T the one saying, "no we need to keep them for Mercy". So it drives me nuts that she would rather be doing my work with me , when i'd rather have her "out of my hair" for just ten minutes. This is the chance i have to be with her, teach her skills and daily wisdom from mishaps that happen while she does my work.

of course... i'm writing this at 7:48 am, and the kids aren't even up and the day hasn't started.... that is why i can sound so optimistic about this!! hahaha. but i know that with God's strength i can reply on HIm to help me see the bigger picture, the stuff that matters.

please.