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How Sweet It Is!
posted on Jun 11, 2010 by 4mykids
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"Almost done, Kaiya!" Our 4 year old daughter is sitting on our bed, swinging those little legs impatiently as I rush out of the bathroom with a damp head. "Mommy, I will be late for school!", she whines in that cute voice, stuck somewhere between baby lisps and little girl impatience. I smile as I grab a dollop of Curly Pudding and massage it quickly through my ever-growing TWA. I pull a vent brush through my hair, though it will soon be too long and thick to get away with that trick! I am excited to experiment with the next stage as it comes. "How do I look, Doodle?", I ask the dark brown eyes following my reflection in the mirror. "Your curly-curlies look really pretty, Mommy....You look just like me!" She hops down off the bed and runs to the living room to wait for my cue to load up the car. I make my way to the kids bedroom to put shoes on my 3 year old son. He is Autistic, and as I bend over to slip on his Crocs, I am not surprised that he runs his hand through mommy's new texture on the top of her head. He is fascinated by the soft, spongy coils that cover my head, and I believe that though his words are slow in coming, he is committing to memory the sensation of my hair and will remember it as he grows. He will feel love when he thinks of our texture. Devon is in the kitchen already on his cell phone starting today's business. I sign language that the kids are ready to go and he nods. I take the kids to the car and load them up. I snap the last seatbelt buckle and I feel his fingers touch the nape of my neck and gently twirl a coil around his finger. A familiar tingle warms me and I smile as I whisper, "Oh, NOW you want to play!" He laughs a full throated "HA!" and hops around to the driver's seat. We all blow kisses as Devon pulls off to take the kids to school. I catch my reflection in the glass inset of our front door as I enter back in to prepare a bottle for our 1 year old in her playpen. I smile at this new woman. This woman who was hidden under long tresses of facade. Now she is free. I am free. I finally reflect the life that God has given me. I finally reflect the me that God is making me on the inside. Full of love, full of faith and full of natural grace....natural from head to toe! |
Ending the Cycle!
posted on Mar 12, 2010 by 4mykids
| "Almost done, Kaiya!" I pull the comb through the last of her Baby Buttercreme slathered locks, split it in two and twist. I think to myself that I will add some beads on Sunday morning for church, but for now I will leave the dark brown cotton plaits free. "I LOVE it, Mommy!" I feel this warm glow. I feel like I took one step closer to securing my daughter's self-image. Michaiya inherited her fathers chocolate skin. Mommy is light. Kaiya's hair is brown, naturally soft and coiled. Mommy has black, silky, shoulder-length hair. As I pray to the Almighty for wisdom in raising another one of His Nubian children, I am fully aware that at the tender age of 4 she is soaking up my every word and deed like a sponge. She is wondering what ever little girl is wondering: will I be like Mommy when I grow up? And I wonder that as well. Will she have my strengths or my weaknesses? Will she see herself in me even though the shells are different? Will she admire my monthly processed hair and desire it for herself to mark herself as "Beautiful"? Does her little mind know that without that monthly potion I would be the one envying HER texture and wishing mine was as easy to manipulate? Yes Sisters...it is that deep! When raising chidren, they notice EVERYTHING! At this moment, I make the decision that the mistake my mother unwittingly made by relaxing my hair at 3 yrs old is now going to be made right. I cannot preach natural beauty to my children when I cannot accept it for myself. I will not perpetuate the cultural conundrum that only "good hair" deserves be displayed in it's natural state. I must lead my children by example. Experience will teach them that Black beauty radiates from the soul of our people and manifests itself in a glorious array of shades of bronze, copper and golden skin crowned with wool, cotton and silk! I can tell her this everyday of her life....but everytime I sit for one more touch-up, I prove myself a hypocrite. My babies deserve better...so by the Grace of God, I am going to give it to them! |
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