Today, as we were prepping for Sunday Morning service, I stood watching my niece do her hair. I had just arrived at their home after a store run for hair products…a trip that I’ve made many times over the years.
I had “a moment” at the store upon finding the one small corner shelf for products meant for ethnic hair. It’s amazing how much of the world is blind to us when we aren’t “in a place” to see it.
One shelf…amidst an entire aisle…
When my daughter was younger, we had many disagreements about hair. She didn’t live in a world of noticeable differences. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t use the latest fruit flavored scents from the other shelves.
In her mind, she was no different than her other friends…why would she think any differently?
One moment between us gave me pause. We arrived home after her getting yet another relaxer and a friend invited her to go swimming. Even with the tightest of swim caps, there was no way on earth that she could swim in a pool of chlorine after her chemical straightener.
She was 16 and we had a nice long discussion about her hair compared to her friend’s. After a few minutes of talk, she looked at me and asked…
“Are we really having this discussion about hair mom? I’m not going to limit my life because of my hair.”
Amazing how much life was loaded into that one statement.
One small shelf….amidst an entire aisle
No daughter, you are not your hair…