I have many bad mornings or mornings that just didn't go as planned. Today wasn't a bad morning. Today was a terrible morning.
If you read my earlier post about
mornings, you know that I dream of a morning without any debates, tears, and back talking. Today I got all of it and more. Maya is becoming impossible to get out of bed and out the door. She refuses to listen and cooperate. We must argue over every single detail such as what to wear, how to style her hair, brushing her teeth, and what shoes to wear.
I try so hard to give her the independence she needs. I try to let her make choices but sometimes her choices are not practical. She can't wear long dark leggings when it is 90 degrees out or short shorts when it is 64 degrees out. I must intervene and tell her "no". The clothes is a big issue in the morning. I try to ensure we pick out her outfit the night before that we both agree on. It worked to a point. Many days she refuses to wear what we picked out so what do we do? We go back and forth. Once the outfit is picked out, I must constantly tell her to get dressed. From there, we continue to battle in the bathroom and then downstairs getting shoes put on. I am frustrated.
To add to this fabulous morning, I decided to leave Maya's hair down or what I call "natural". Maya finally allowed me to comb her hair (this happens every other day if I am lucky) so I decided to just comb it, put some product in it, and let it be. My thoughts are "it looks fine and I will style it tonight before bed". Maya seemed to be okay with it and I was relieve we conquered the second battle of the morning.
Off we went to daycare. Upon walking through the front doors, we were greeted by a 4 year old girl. She asked Maya if she got a hair cut. Maya replied "no, this is just my hair. My mom did it". We continued to Maya's class room where we were greeted by another parent who happen to arrive at the same time as us outside in the parking lot. This mother informed me that her child said Maya's hair is messy today. She then went on to say "that's okay, sometimes my child's hair is messy too".
GRRRR!!!!! I clearly was not thinking straight when I justified why Maya's hair was "down" and not styled. I should have said "Maya's hair is not messy. It is down and natural and beautiful". Instead I justified it and blamed myself for sending her to school with messy hair. Shame on me. Shame on me for not saying the correct thing. Shame on me for not sticking up for Maya's natural hair which I think is beautiful by the way. Yes, it is crazy but it is her hair.
Today was just a bad morning. Tomorrow has to be better, right?