Sunday afternoons are usually pretty quiet around here. Homework is done, no basketball games to play, the TV is off and the little ones are usually asleep. It's at this time I set up "Momma's Beauty Shop" and Nita gets her hair "done". It's also at this time that my phone seems to ring non-stop! Now don't get me wrong! I do enjoy adult conversation ... it's just not something I get to do on Sunday afternoon. If you do choose to call ... you'll probably get my answering machine. Why, you ask? Well, my hands are covered in hair products and slimier than a greased pig. Nita is either sitting or standing in strange positions so I can part hair, comb through knots, and twist strands until my fingers fall off. We're usually surrounded by jars of creme, bottles of moisturizer, combs of differing sizes and uses and huge containers full of every barrette, band and hair clip imaginable.
Raising a child with hair like my daughter's has been a learning experience for me. For those of you who are of the caucasian persuasion and have never cared for African American/black hair let me tell you just how much admiration I have for the women in the black culture who always have their daughter's hair perfectly parted, plaited and braided. I am endlessly impressed with little girls who have barrettes color-coordinated with their outfits. I strive to give my daughter this. My greatest thanks and gratitude go to my friends who have taught me how important it is to make sure that Nita is proud of her hair. This makes our 2 hour Sunday sessions bearable.
I'm including two pictures from today's beauty bonanza. (Yes, Tonya. Her barrettes don't all match. I ran out of white! Another trip to Parker Road Beauty Supply will happen tomorrow! Wanna come?) THIS is what I'm doing when I don't answer the phone! Hair aside ... isn't she just gorgeous? I think she gets her good looks from me. ;-)
Until Tomorrow,
One Very Proud Momma
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