I love having a girl. Miss E and I play make-believe, sing songs and dance all the time. Sure, she has some major attitude that has me dreading the pre-teen years, but hey, it comes with the double X chromosomes right? I look forward to mani-pedi dates, shopping trips and lots of other girly things in our lifetime together.
But there’s one thing I fail at big time in the having a girl department.
Doing her hair.
It shouldn’t be this hard. I see all E’s little girlfriends with bows and ponytails on the daily. My child? Nope.
I’m pretty sure it’s my fault. I’ve been told that if you start putting bows in their hair from the time they are little, they get used to it. Whoops, missed the boat on that one.
And it’s not that she doesn’t like bows. When she sees the in the store, she proclaims “Oooh, pretty bow. I have it?” If she sees our neighbor with a bow in her hair, she’ll immediately ask to wear one…for all of five minutes.
But when I try to brush her hair in the morning, she yells, screams and runs away from me. I get it. Her hair is curly so it tangles a bit. I try to be gentle but sometimes it snags.
Most mornings, we go to school with her hair a little crazy.
Her part is a little wonky because she sleeps on it funny. Her curls are either matted or frizzy. I’ve tried to put a little water or conditioner on it, but she runs from me like I’m chasing her with a pitchfork.
I’ve seen other mothers at preschool, pulling on hair, apologizing, telling the girls to hold still. Is that the only way to get it done?
She’s cute. It’s fine. But dude, I suck at this part of having a girl.