I’ve never let the kids have scissors. Just something disturbing about a pair of intersecting knives in the hands of a child. That is, until we found these super safe scissors at the Reject Shop for $1 (or maybe $2) a pair. Won’t cut hair or skin – perfect I thought.
And they were great, made of some kind of plastic and would not cut hair or little fingers. The girls were both rapt, at first. Then we discovered they didn’t cut paper for very long either. How frustrating!
Being given a taste of scissors at home was the last straw for Miss Four and a half. She presented a case about being allowed to use scissors at school and about knowing how to be very careful. She even showed me how you carry scissors. And, she goes to a Montessori school, which is all about empowering the child.
I felt guilty I wasn’t giving her enough independence, she’s four and a half, not a baby any more. So I caved and these holidays she’s been allowed to use scissors. At first she was under strict supervision, but as time has gone on I came to think that she was very careful and knew what she was doing.
I got slack.
Then today, I was at my computer around the corner from where Aylish was cutting at the dining room table. I could hear *Snip* *Snip* *Snip* and smiled to myself, thinking about how quickly she was growing up and how great it was that I could trust her.
Then the snipping stopped and a cheeky little sprite popped around the corner. Looking very pleased with herself. “Look at me, mum”, she said and waited. I looked, knowing something was different, and then my jaw dropped. Her hair!!!!

“Its short, exactly how I wanted it”, she told me.

The funny thing is, we took her to the hairdresser earlier this year to get a haircut. I was hoping to get about a third cut off and maybe a bit of style cut into it but Daddy wouldn’t let them cut more than a couple of cms off.
I guess she has a style now!
