This struggle usually rears its ugly head when I'm trying to tame her wavy, champagne, mane. I was not a child that enjoyed giving my dolly an "up-do" and I most certainly did NOT cut their hair…EVER!!! Just the mere mention of such a naughty action would make me anxious and, if pushed, I would cry for my mom to come back me up. Hair is not my thing. Then I had a daughter….
|My little mohawk baby!!|
|Christmas 2011, her curls were really starting to show.|
I was sure they would straighten out.
|Oct 2012: The curls I thought would straighten out stayed.|
(what a difference a year makes!)
So what does her hair have to do with people loving her and placing value on her?
I feel that if I am not willing to invest the time to make her presentable (do her hair), show she is well cared for and loved greatly then the world will perceive that I place less value on her. I feel this would give them permission to view her as less than a "typical" child instead of who she is…a little girl (with a fierce lion mane and striking blue eyes). A little girl that thinks crying is amusing and physical comedy is deserving of belly laughs. A little girl that likes the color pink and loves watching Princess Sofia learn how to be a compassionate princess. A little girl that says more with one look than some children can actually say. A little girl that LOVES chocolate and hates her medicine. A little girl….period.