A Battle Lost

Oh, this poor little girl!

Look at those big tears 

rolling down 

her chubby little cheeks.

Who or what could have 

caused such angst?

Had she just witnessed her beloved dog get struck by a car?

Did she receive news that PBS had cancelled Curious George?

(No. That would have been a picture of her mother crying)

Was she just told that she's going to be shipped to a girl's boarding school 

in the deserts of Africa to live until she's 18?

Perhaps she just fell out of tree and was sitting on a chair until her mother could find her keys to take her broken leg to the ER.

But nay...

It was none of those things.

It was worse.

Her cruel and unusual mother made her sit still while she conducted a painful procedure with a comb and two bands that is commonly referred to as PIGTAILS. Worse yet, she told her she must continue to WEAR her HAIR like that, because it looks tidy, cute and will keep her cool. What kind of messed up reasons are those????

No wonder this world is going to heck in a hand basket!

Praise be to God it was an evening in which kinder, gentler family members descended upon the homestead for a cook-out and she could run into the arms of her beloved auntie and mamaw, where there was great comfort and pity waiting for her.

It should also be added that after a brief visit underneath the tablecloth-covered picnic table (while her heartless mother slaved in the kitchen), she emerged ponytail-less and with great relief exclaimed (explained) to her mamaw: "There. I feel SO much better."

And just like that, she won.

The Moral of this Story: Some battles are lost before they even begin. Stay strong, but when you lose, let it go. Some battles are just not worth it.

{She won't want straggly hair forever. Right?}