I had a hard time falling asleep Saturday night so I decided to wash and blow dry my hair. Unbeknownst to me, my mother would text me early Sunday morning to invite me to bring the kids and their bathing suits to her house. Cool. No problem.
Sunday was beautiful: bright sun, clear skies and a slight breeze. I thought to myself, “the kids are really going to enjoy the kiddie pool at mom’s.” The only problem was, there wasn’t a kiddie pool. Mom pulled out the sprinklers and goaded the girls to chase after the beach balls she had. They were not amused. Not even a little bit.
I sat back and watched; determined I wasn’t going to waste my blow-out. I said to my mom, “well, I guess they won’t be getting wet today.” I went back and forth with myself about how I wasn’t going to wet my hair, but I remembered the reason I decided to wear my natural hair in the first place. I not only want my girls to know that the way God created their hair was no accident and no mistake, but I want them to feel free to have fun without worrying about something as frivolous as hair. I grabbed Addi’s hand and we took off right through the sprinklers. After a couple runs through the water Addi caught on. Rosie….well, Rosie is a scaredy cat. lol.
I will never allow anything to get in the way of me creating lasting memories with my babies. They’re only children for a very short time. I’m going to cherish every moment.
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