My two ballerinas had their dance recital this past weekend, so I spent the weekend honing my skills at creating buns. I used to struggle with my daughters’ curly hair. Their curls are stunning, but they tangle so easily. I have fine, stick straight hair. I have my hair cut short in a bob since college because I do not like to spend much time on my hair. My beauty routine consists of blow drying my hair for five minutes with a round brush and slapping some wax on it to control any fly-aways.
When I gave birth to my beautiful girls, I had no idea they would be blessed with their dad and uncle’s curly locks. They have blondish brown ringlets. I tried in vain to get their hair to submit to my will. I know that I have control issues. This is clear, yes?
In a moment of inspiration a few weeks ago, I signed up for a class on learning how to braid hair. I never learned to braid my hair. I had friends or babysitters who would braid my hair. My girls are Frozen obsessed like most little girls of their age.
Last night, I spent an amazing hour learning not only how to braid but how to French braid my daughters’ hair. The girls sat still, and they let me learn and practice. It’s not the perfect French braid, but that is not my aim. My goal is to learn how to work with them and their unique personalities and not try to force everything to submit to me. The more I force things, the worse it becomes. When I am present, everything just flows.