My Parent Perspective: Motions and Blue Magic Hair Grease…You Are Not Your Hair

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20140420-132502.jpgToday, 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…

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  1. I just wrote this long post and had to reset my password and now it’s gone. 🙂

  2. My 3 year old granddaughter, Kennedy, came over talking about her classmate at daycare and how she was talking about how long another students hair was. She went on to ask me about her hair and I took the time to share with her that it doesn’t matter how long someone’s hair is and that doesn’t mean that her hair is better because it’s longer. It amazed me that 3 year olds are coming to daycare and have already been taught to admire others because of the length of her hair. My daughter who is pictured with me below was taught that hair didn’t define who she was and has grown up to be very confident with herself. She has gone natural and has been amazed at the reactions from people thinking she shouldn’t have cut her hair off.
    My father is Italian and I had long hair. What I found growing up is that people would just walk up to you and touch your hair even if they didn’t know you. It had gotten to the point that brave ones would run their fingers through my scalp looking for tracks and ask me if it was real. Now that I have opted to wear it short I am constantly asked if I have to relax it. Who cares?
    Love your conversation with your daughter and it just reminded me of what I did with my daughter and what she is now doing with hers.

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