There are only smiles and laughs as I gently pull her long hair up into the little swirl and tenderly place pins holding it into place.
Mostly just crying of big crocodile tears, wailing and gnashing of teeth, slapping and biting...maybe exaggerating a bit...but nonetheless...
Bekah HATES getting her hair pulled back into a bun, and I am not a fan of seeing my little girl cry.
So every year the last day of recital we cut her hair off, it's celebratory.
She has the summer with the hair off her neck, no chance of a ponytail or any other abomination pulling the little hairs at the back of her head.
Then come ballet in the fall, it's just starting to get long enough again to pull back, and by recital time it's full on ready for her favorite bun.