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Posted by Jennifer White Aug 6, 2008 |
I finally accepted the fact that I needed to expose my daughters to safety scissors. I had been putting that off for quite some time. My reason was not to protect them from potential knicks and cuts of the fingers, but for much more vain reasons. I am terrified they will cut their hair.
Shameful, I know. I can only say that I am holding on to my own inadequacies of my own childhood. Having come from a low-income family, I suffered at the hand of my father who picked up the shears in an attempt to play barber. It was not pretty.
But I am not resigned to the fact that they are old enough. I can only hope my eldest daughter grasps my command to only cut the paper that I give her.
So yesterday's purchase of construction paper, safety scissors, glue sticks, and a star-shaped paper punch had my girls entertained for hours. They were stewing in their own creative juices as I worked on preparing chicken noodle soup in the kitchen. They created, I cleaned. It was a very productive day.
My refrigerator, which now serves as a gallery, is evidence in of that. Not only is the fridge clean, it's well decorated!