The Power of a Ponytail

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Hair is vitally personal to children.  
They weep vigorously when it is cut for the first time;
no matter how it grows, bushy, straight or curly, 
they feel they are being shorn of a part of their personality.
 
 ~ Charles Chaplin
 
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Daughter of the year #1 is selling Girl Scout cookies.  If you have never sold them, never met anyone who has, nor had any contact with them whatsoever, you have no idea how difficult it is.  Next time a cute little Girl Scout knocks on your door or greets you at a store selling cookies, please be kind.  Unlike a certain someone in my very own neighborhood who felt it was appropriate to scream at my daughter that she'd already bought cookies.  Perhaps we should have recited the Girl Scout law?  She was not embodying any of that!  Seriously people, just be nice.  

Goals are a great thing.  Daughter of the year #1 had no goal last year as it was her first time selling cookies.  This year, she wanted to set a goal.  She chose a rather large number of boxes to sell based on the prizes that were shown and just MUST have the prize at that number.  Not quite what I was going for when I said, set a goal.  
 
After traipsing about our neighborhood weekend after weekend, she finally met her goal.  I could have just eaten up that smile on her face when I told her she'd done it.  I'm so very proud of her.  

 Daughter of the year #1 is also taking swimming lessons.  After watching her attempt to swim with her mounds of hair constantly getting in her face, we vowed to try a ponytail.  The day she met her goal was the first time she wore that ponytail.

 As we got out of the car after selling cookies, she turned to me and said, "Mom, it's like with this ponytail, I can do anything!"  

 That's right my lovely, that's right.  After being yelled at for simply selling some cookies, she needed that confidence.  In fact, if she prefers to think that ponytail gives her some sort of super power, I'll be tying one into her hair every day.  

 Now, go out and rock your ponytail!  Oh, and be nice to Girl Scouts. 
 
 



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