Being a mama to two little girls means I have ample opportunities to showcase my hair fixing ability. Here in the South, colorful bows made from crisp grosgrain ribbon are popular, but I’m lucky if I can get Amelia to sit still long enough for me to wrangle a couple of dollar store elastic pony tail holders into her hair. Heck I’m lucky if she sits still long enough for me to wash her hair.
So it’s been hard not to notice lately that when I pick the girls up from daycare that Amelia’s thick curly hair is “done”…as in fixed, brushed, coiffed, smoothed, unratsnested, detangled, unsnarled, purty and sometimes even adorned with a tiny plastic barrette that coordinates with her outfit. Even Caitlin came home sporting a new French braid last week that her teacher had whipped up that afternoon on the playground. Oh, the shame.
I feel like the mother of the year when I realize Amelia looks much more presentable and much less like the bed head child that I dropped off just that morning. Not to mention that sometimes I forget to wipe the breakfast crumbs from the corner of her mouth before buckling her in her car seat. There was also that one time I forgot to make sure Caitlin put on clean underwear underneath her sundress and she ended up going commando to daycare, without my knowledge. OK, so I am a little distracted in the mornings.
One day at pick up not long ago I once again noticed that Amelia’s hair was pulled back in a neat pony tail. I told her teacher, somewhat apologetically, that Amelia usually refused to sit still long enough for me to pull up her hair when we are getting ready for the day.
“Oh, she LOVES for us to fix her hair,” her teacher told me. “And sometimes she’ll stand in front of the mirror in our room and play with her hair and say, ‘Beautiful, beautiful.'”
Lest she get too prissy about her hair, it might be time to drag out that tried and true hair accessory that worked so well on big sister Caitlin when she was two.
The training pant do rag!