I was a real mommy tonight.
Mae has the most resistant hair ever - straight, thick, with a mind of its own. She has beautiful brown hair, but it requires time and effort - which I haven't really given it until tonight. This makes me sad. Tonight I asked her to wash her hair, demanded that she bring me brush, dryer and goop, and I dried and straightened her hair. She looks great.
When Mae was little her hair required nothing but a brush. It's only been since puberty, really, that it's been a struggle. The stylist always makes her gorgeous (of course). And the poor thing has a mother who doesn't own a brush or blow dryer. I have no clue when it comes to hair.
What I'm discovering about her locks is that once they're dry, it's a lost cause. Kinda like grout or cement. Gotta tackle it wet to make it do what you want. I'm so glad it's not cement, that I can wet it if I mess up. I'm really much better with grout and cement.
The upshot of all this is that Mae left her dryer in my bathroom and asked if I could do her hair every time she washes it. Yay! I get to be real mommy all the time.
Until I write again ...