In being more intentional about keeping clutter to a minimum, today when I saw Addi attempt to squash one more doll into an already overflowing basket I told her to dump the whole thing out and decide which toys she wanted to give away to needy children and which ones she wanted to keep.
As I supervised her, I looked at her hair and was like OMG!
Not only have I had a love hate relationship with her tresses but she has had some issues adjusting as well. Few people understood my concern when I started being more intentional in the way I spoke to her about her hair and making myself more diligent in figuring out how to work with it. I refused to straighten it until I knew she was comfortable with her natural hair, especially going to school in an environment where she is the minority.
I remember being the only black girl in my class and when I told my mother I wanted my hair straight like the white girls she pressed it, and continued to press it until I can’t ever remember seeing my hair in it’s natural state.
Well my friends it is a new day and I need Addi’s norm to be a puffy fro and I see to it that she has learned to love and embrace her hair. I scold her brother even when he makes jokes about her hair not just for her sake but for all of the women he will come across with natural hair.
I’m proud of how far I’ve come in making sure my girl has a head full of healthy hair that she loves. Now if I could just get my hair to look like hers!!
