I love how little girls look with braids, when Miranda was born one of the things I thought about was braiding her hair and putting ribbons on the ends. But Miranda would have gladly shaved her head if it meant she didn't need her hair brushed, so it was short hairstyles--which I think is equally cute, and it was her hair after all. Ivy was a little more accommodating when it came to long hair, but her penchant for taking scissors to her hair meant another slew of short haircuts. She's finally left it alone long enough to put it in braids, which she likes so I'm hoping she'll stay away from playing barbershop--and to keep it safe, the scissors are now on a high shelf.
I remembered when I was a kid, my mom wouldn't let me grow my hair long until I was "old enough to take care of it". Which meant until I was about eight I had boyish pixie haircuts--and this was back in the seventies, when long, straight hair was fashionable. When I got older I would babysit three girls who were not allowed to cut their hair until they were older--maybe ten? The six year old had beautiful long braids that she hated, she couldn't wait to be allowed to cut them off. I was astonished. I still never managed to grow truly long hair, it would get past my shoulders, I'd get tired of it, cut it off, regret it and start over. I'm still doing that.