Having children changes everything. But this isn’t a post about children per se. It’s a post about hair. But everything is related, so join me on this little journey.
I have curly hair. I love it now, but this hasn’t always been the case.
As a young child, I barely paid any attention to my hair. My mom kept it short, probably for the sake of simplicity. She kept it short until around middle school, which is when we decided to start letting it grow longer.
That’s around the time when I started to care about what I looked like. And I started to not really like my curls all that much. There weren’t blowouts back then, and it was kind of past the point where women would straighten their hair with an iron. And besides, my mom never really promoted straightening as an option because she loved my curls. And she wanted me to love them, too.
But I didn’t love them. I didn’t for a long time. I didn’t really give my hair a whole lot of thought until I had a daughter of my own.
And despite 50% of her genes being Asian, she inherited my curls.
I decided I needed to start early with her. No more blowouts, no more “bad hair days.” I needed to love my hair, in word and in deed, because I didn’t want to teach her the language of negative self-talk. I wanted to show her that different can be beautiful.
Despite my efforts, she quickly noticed that her hair was different from most of the other children she knew at school, and she started to care about that difference. She’d say she wanted straight hair. She’d love washing her hair in the shower because it meant, for a brief minute, her hair would be straight. If a curl was out of place, rather than simply allowing it to do its thing, she would take a pair of scissors and snip it off.
I needed to do something to help this little soul.
I finally decided to take her, and my younger daughter, to my hair person. Annie. I’ll bet Annie has the biggest, curliest, most beautiful red hair anybody’s ever seen in their entire lives. I thought seeing someone with beautiful, proud curls would help both of my girls realize that they, too, are unique and beautiful, just like Annie is.
Well, the result of the appointment is the focus of my 10 on 10 for July.
Enjoy, friends. And let’s all try to remember to love and respect yourselves, because the little people we love are watching and listening. And learning.
Every month in 2019, I am participating in a photography project where I make 10 photos in a single day, and share the series on the 10th day of every month. The goal? To tell a story.