Can I just say this?

Truth be told, I didn’t always love it. There were countless Sundays after my Mom had brushed and combed my hair into submission, that I balanced a carefully sculpted coiffe through Sunday School, play and countless children’s fingers Mom would always ask what I’d been doing all day to get my hair that messy. All I wanted was a pony tail like all the other girls were wearing.

It has been many years since Mom took care of my hair. I wore it natural for many years, then relaxed, in braids, wore it for 5 years in dreadlocks and then cut them all last year so I could find a job. Turns out I didn’t need to, but it was time for change anyway.

The struggle continues. Every weekend I have to allow my hair to breathe, I have to drench it in all kinds of exotic oils and then I have to twist it up to protect it from the elements. It’s a lot of hard work and seems to consume a lot of time and effort. However, when I stand in front of a mirror and see the texture of my hair, the way the wiry nature holds together to form beautiful twists, I can’t help feeling a little pride in my heart. I have beautiful hair and it is beautifully nappy!

I loved growing dreadlocks. I loved the effort it took every Sunday to wash and condition and twist. I look forward to seeing what my hair can become.

That is almost what this blog became about. But for now I’m going to try something else. I hope you’ll be able to come with me!