The girls’ and AJ’s year six farewell is just around the corner and here, in the boonies, the year six farewell is a big deal for 12 year olds everywhere.
The girls are no exception.
New dresses, new shoes, accessories…
AJ?
Meh.
Not so much but still, he required new shoes and an expensive black shirt.
I don’t mind.
Really.
They are good kids, they are saying goodbye to their childhood, they deserve it.
Also, I understand the need to be accepted.
I understand that kids want to be just like everyone else.
I understand conformity.
Remember, I was the girl that everyone loved to hate and I was on the outer plus I wore a red smocked dress, with white knee high socks and cork heels, for goodness sake.
To the year six farewell.
I was the daggy fat kid
and I so don’t want that for my kids.
The girls’ friends are all going to the hairdresser to have their hair done for the big night.
By big night, I mean a spit roast with salad in the local community hall
and
I have said no to this.
No to paying money for a hair do when they are twelve.
I feel mean.
I can do their hair but it won’t be the same as having it done by a professional
Even my most sensible of friends has conceded to her daughter going to the stylist.
It is about the money but it is also about the principle of the girls waiting until they are older for all of that sort of stuff.
Then this morning my step father offered to pay for the girls to have their hair done. It’s a very generous offer and I love him for it.
I said no.
Then he thought perhaps they could go out and work for him, for the day, to earn the money, so then they could pay to go to the hairdresser themselves.
It’s a good idea and it would teach them about working for something good
but
it totally goes against the principle of waiting.
So what should I do?
What would you do?
I need help.