My Hair
You either love it or you hate it
The hair whisperer
When we were kids, our mom took care of our hair. She had it down to a science. She knew it like the back of her hand.
She even felt her hands possessed magic.
“When your father cuts your hair, it doesn’t grow. You see when I cut it . . . how fast it grows back ”
She was the hair whisperer, magician, and hair weather forecaster. Hair styles were determined by the weather. If there was anything more than a light breeze, it could not be worn down. It would tangle and become instant dreadlocks.
My favorite hair style, was when my hair was freshly washed with Suave Balsam and Protein shampoo and conditioner. It worked best for our hair, she said. Then it would be combed and slicked back into a braided ponytail, which took 3 days to dry. I admired it in the mirror.
We wore braids, corn rows, single braids, hair lightly hot combed. We had so much hair and we got it from her. Although the texture was a blend of our mom and our dad’s. Our mom had very thick hair, that was woolly. Our fathers hair was wavy and almost straight. Ours was somewhere in between.
My mom, was once told that she had “monster hair” by a hairstylist, our dad loved to repeat that story.
