Good morning Everyone!
One of the things I never expected to deal with as the mother of a girl was the fact that said girl would be in a permanent war with her hair.
Hair War!
This war is something completely foreign to me, especially since I unconditionally surrendered to my hair at about the age of 8. I let it part where it wants to part, am reconciled to the fact that it is straight unless forced to curl with a perm (and then it stays curly foreeeeeevvvvvveeeeeeerrrrr), and know that I have very little say in the way it ultimately will look on any given day. If it feels like having a good hair day, we will look good; if it feels like having a bad hair day, that’s why God invented baseball caps and head bands!
The White Flag of Surrender
Kayla, however, has much more of a fighting spirit than I do about most things, so she is not about to surrender unconditionally to an inanimate object she controls. All of these factors together brought us to the 10 minute conniption fit on Tuesday over the fact that her hair was in a mass of tangles, and it hurt to brush through it. Well, those factors, along with the fact that the child had kept her hair up in a ponytail/bun without taking it down since Sunday morning. When asked how she had washed her hair with it that way, she proudly announced that she had just dunked the entire ‘do in the water and spritzed some shampoo through it and then rinsed. (Fellow parents can imagine the collective groan shared between Mark and I at that point.)
I told her she could either solve the problem, or I would solve it by brushing her hair. This suggestion did not recommend itself to her, since when I pull the hairbrush through her hair, it does hurt some if the hair is too tangled. I went on to finish getting ready and found, at the end of 10 minutes, that she had found a way to tame her hair into submission – mousse. She had found some mousse, slathered her hair with it, and then brushed.
Styling Hair
She enjoyed the brushing so much at that point that she kept on brushing her hair as we entered the car. Once she finished, she pulled the visor mirror down, surveyed the results, and announced, “I like that mousse! It brings out my inner curl!”
Letting Your Inner Curl Shine
Have a great day everyone, and a fantastic Fourth of July!
Nancy
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