Something has happened to my little tomboy.
The girl who only ever wanted to dress like her brother and grimaced like a Bulldog if I ever suggested she show her legs in a dress or a skirt, has morphed into a girl.
A girl who wants to wear her hair in a bun and her favourite earrings on a dog walk into the woods.
You can’t see it, but she’s also wearing her favourite ‘lacey’ top and the new ‘motorcycle jacket’ her grandma bought her.
I had to do her hair twice because “you’ve not flattened it down properly at the top” and if I’m not mistaken she has a whiff of Impulse about her.
Eight years I’ve been the mother of a tomboy.
I was lucky if I could get her to brush her hair, let alone style it.
Eight years. I’m not entirely sure what to do now but look on and wait. And spend hours on Pinterest looking up hairdos!