It’s been a few days since posting and although I’ve had ideas of all I want to share, my schedule has kept me busier than expected. Today I’m just sharing a thought as I was reminiscing on my childhood, realizing all the things that boggle me about my children and motherhood, are the same things I used to do as a child. Don’t worry, I’ve already called my mother to apologize. She says I was a good kid, but that’s a mother’s love, right? We always see the good in our children. 😉
I have always enjoyed playing with hair, as I like to call it. I remember way back when I used my Barbie dolls to learn how to twist and braid strands of hair. Then I would practice on my own hair and eventually friends of mine would want me doing their hair. I did it for fun…because I enjoyed it…because I always watched my mom caring for her lovely locks…because she taught us to always maintain our hair clean and neatly styled.
Well, I was a wild middle child, right in the middle of my brothers. As much as I loved my Barbie dolls, I also loved basketball and football and keeping up with their happenings. So the neatly styled part of me didn’t come about easily at first. I remember my mother would style my hair before school, and would say “Keep it that way all day. I want to see it like that when you get home.” “Okay, Mommy! I love you!” I’d quickly reply, and off to school I’d go, skipping along the sidewalk, avoiding the cracks. My hair was probably a hot mess by the time I got to school because of that. I’d get home after the school eager to show and tell my mother about everything I learned that day. But first thing I’d hear was, “What happened to your hair?!” I don’t think I ever understood what the big deal was as a child. I mean, it was just hair, right?
Well, let me just say, I have two sons and one daughter. Although she is the youngest, my daughter keeps up with the boys just fine and holds her own. I think I had my light-bulb moment when I lovingly took the time to style my daughter’s hair in the morning on her first day of kindergarten. I think I was just as excited to see her as she was me, as she hopped off the bus to tell me all about her new teacher, new classmates, and new experience. Before any of that occurred I experienced a moment of deja vu. If I could have swallowed my words I would but they came out so quickly, “What happened to your hair?” Yup. I became my mother. *sigh* I guess it happens to the best of us! 😉
Thankfully my daughter does love all the girly stuff of doing hair, wearing pretty pinks and all that just as I
did do. She’s just caught at the end of the sibling line and wants to keep up with her adventurous brothers. Can’t fault her for that, can I? I mean, I was the same way. And if there’s one thing I have learned on this journey of motherhood it is, my children teach me more about myself every day.