At my house, our heads of hair preoccupy us endlessly.
My girls have long, thick, luscious lengths of brunette hair. Their hair grows quickly. And when that happens, nature makes room for this new growth by shedding some of their existing hair. And it goes eeevvverryywhere. I find long brunette hair all over the floor, all the time. It's status quo here.
M's hair is what I call Breck girl hair. She's had it since she was born. Full head of hair that she might have lost a bit when she started rolling over. Then it came in like gangbusters. I can't remember a time when she didn't get envious comments over it. She can get up, throw it around a bit - not even brush it - and it's a go. That's her, and she's gorgeous. She actually straightens it when she wants to go out which seems so counter-intuitive because it looks great without it. Still, when M goes to her dad's or grandparents' house, they always know she's been there from the amount of hair on the bathroom floor. And it's not something she's proud of, but it's her!
K's hair is curlier, a bit coarser, and she talks often about it. Frankly, all the time. At least once a day, usually more. "Does my hair look good? Do my bangs look ok? Should I wear it straight or curly? What can I put in it? Can you buy me x to make it better?" Today she actually asked me if I thought it had gotten shorter. What?! She has put all kind of products in it to try to get the curl to do what she wants it to do. I think she's finally settled on an (expensive) one that seems to work for her. Through all of these, though, it looks amazing on her. She doesn't believe it, though. She stares at her hair constantly, and loves to put it up when she's frustrated with it.
My hair is...sort of insanity. I never really feel like I have full control over it. It's the curliest in my family, including my own sisters' hair. When I was little, it used to be long, to my waist, and it was so bushy. I had to have it braided everyday by my mom. She used to tell me stories while braiding my hair. She told me one very similar to Caps for Sale, and also I remember vaguely something about a monkey and a drummer. Funny things to while away the time. When we got older we didn't really have time for stories, but I still had my hair braided. I was a regular Laura Ingalls all through elementary school. Right before the seventh grade, I had it cut to my shoulders. I was excited, but who knew how to style it? Not me. And, even better, my mom used to take me to a cosmetology school to get it cut because it was in her budget. Those students used to BUTCHER my hair. Not too many people know how to cut curly hair. So I basically lived with bad hair throughout high school. Next thing I know, it's college, I'm married and nine months pregnant. I went to get my hair cut...and it was the worst one I've had since high school. I cried for three hours until my husband came home, and he took me somewhere to get it fixed. "Fixed" meant it was cut off. Interestingly, I went into labor that very evening and I'm convinced the haircut and my crying precipitated it. M was three weeks early. And, I had the shortest hair of my life. Eventually when she was three I grew it back out, but it was nice to have while it lasted.
These are just some of my stories about hair.
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