Oldest Daughter is away this week, visiting friends who live in another state. This after already attending two different sleep-away camps this summer. I'm so glad that she's had wonderful opportunties to do these things, and even more glad that, after this week, she'll be home and staying put. I miss her! Of course, Two Year-Old helps put things in perspective. This evening, three days after putting Oldest Daughter on a plane, I asked The Little One where her sister was. "She's in her room. Still sleeping," responded The Little One. And it's true, I'm discovering, that when you have a teen you don't necessarily see a lot of them, even when they are home. They like to sleep late. They like to stay in their rooms and talk to their friends on the phone for hours.
Later this evening I got a text message from Oldest Daughter. "I'm thinking of dying my hair dark purple. What would you say about that?" My husband's response was, "Of course. It's her hair." In principle, I agree with him. But I also cringe, remembering my own high school years and one perm gone VERY wrong. (I'd post a picture of it, but I don't think anyone in my family was mean enough to ever take one.) I'd love to spare my daughter similar Horrifying Hair Mistakes. But what do I know? Perhaps dark purple is her color.
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Aaahh -- perms gone wrong. I had many, many perms go wrong. I like to think that home perms and coloring are better these days but I don't know for sure. You sound like you handled your daughter's interest just right. I hear some teens don't really want a new hair color or tattoo or piercing -- they just want to freak out Mom and Dad.
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