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How nail polish saved my daughter’s nails
How to achieve success BY celebrating it
My daughter just started school a few months ago. She is a sensitive girl, so the step from a few mornings daycare/nursery school to five full days of kindergarden a week was quite a tough one. A few weeks after the first day of school, I noticed she had started biting her nails.
Now I love long nails. It makes me very itchy when my nails are short. I kept good track of Merinde’s nails: not too long and not too short — because then picking stickers became too difficult. But now they were stubs.
A symptom of overwhelm? Or did it start with a tiny hook on some nail, becoming a habit all too soon?
I didn’t know and pulling information out of a four-year-old can be quite tricky (read: impossible), so I suggested growing the nails and then, once they were beautiful again, put on nail polish.
She was glowing with excitement.
Week after week slipped by. But those nails? They stayed short. Short, short, short. Fortunately not to the point of bleeding, but it didn’t go the way I wanted it to go just yet.
In the meantime, we tackled fears (with oil, with chat, with EFT and with disco balls), she got girlfriends, she had a good time … But those nails, they stayed…
