My five-year-old was very excited to do her hair this morning. She insisted I pull all her hair into a pony excluding the little bit at the front. I decided a long time ago to allow my girls to express themselves freely with their hair.
Our conversation went like this:
“Melanie I just don’t think it is pretty.”
“Well, I do.”
“Did you look at it in the mirror?” She walks to the bedroom mirror. Glances at her hair swishing it from side to side.
As she jumps into the air she cries. “Yes, it’s awesome! Now all my school friends will love my Rock Star Hair.”
I think I feel a twinge of what lady gaga’s mom must feel sometimes.