During her Monday night bath, Mara asked, “Can you make my hair straight down my back, so I can play with The Boys?”
“The boys?” I repeated. “What boys?”
“With Tinkerbell and Peter Pan!” she exclaimed.
“Oh . . . the Lost Boys?”
“Yes!”
I couldn’t help wondering: Is it Wendy? Tiger Lilly? The mermaids in the lagoon? Who has “hair straight down her back” and caught Mara’s attention?
I poured water on my daughter’s otherwise-spring-loaded, curly hair, and she beamed a huge smile. “Now I can play with the boys!” she said, with her head tilted back to make her hair seem as long as possible.
Occasionally (while playing with the imaginary Lost Boys), Mara’s hair would dry a little bit and start riding up on her shoulders, and she would say, “Uh-oh! My hair isn’t straight down my back! I can’t play with the Boys, until you make it straight down my back.”
She has a real aversion to curly hair. When I comb her hair, she will say, “Don’t make my hair curly, Mommy! Just make it straight down my back.”
And I have to explain: “God made your hair curly, sweetheart.”
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Speaking of hair, I was drying my hair before home group on Sunday morning. When I finished, Mara ran over and gave me a big hug. “Your hair looks nice, Mom!” she exclaimed, ever-so-genuinely.
I love my sweet little girl!
There are blow dryers and hair straighteners. Thanks to the miracles of modern technology there are even grandmom’s with no gray hair. I’m sure Mara’s dreams will continue to come through.
lol i’m so glad you have someone in the house to compliment you 🙂
I can feel her pain. I hated my curly hair growing up, but it is a good reminder to me of learning to be content. I know that the Lord will use it in her life too.
🙂