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Mothers: Why do we Care How our Daughters’ Hair Looks?

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Feeling much better after getting the Bad Mother of the Year Award yesterday (http://tropie7189.blogspot.com/2011/06/bad-mother-of-year-award.html). I also reflected a bit on why my daughter’s hair is relevant to my role as a mother. Mothers are supposed to be nurturing, caring people who make sure that their children are neat, clean and loved. Hmm, I guess sending my child out of the house with a jacked up hairstyle violates all of that, no? So, I’m a better Momma if my daughter’s hair is perfectly coifed? Wow, I’m not even talking about my son. There must be something unique about the mother-daughter relationship. More on that later.

I think I feel better about myself when my daughter’s hair is done because I’m presenting my daughter to the world in a way where she is at her “prettiest”. Ugh, that doesn’t sound good. Why am I so concerned about what others think? This is reminding me of how I felt at work trying to keep my naps under control (http://tropie7189.blogspot.com/2011/05/unbound.html). Am I doing the same thing with my child? Do I think that if her hair looks poofy she’ll be rejected by those around her? What do you all think?

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Bad Mother of the Year Award?

Today is a difficult blog for me. Why? Well, today was the end of year breakfast for my daughter’s kindergarten class and I FORGOT!!! Yes, I totally forgot so I’m at my desk writing this knowing that I don’t have enough time to get to her class before the breakfast ends. Oh my goodness.


Plus, her hair looked jacked up! As I mentioned in yesterday’s blog, I’ve been working really hard to allow my daughter to play and gallivant around in water. Well, now, her twists are fuzzy and all I could do to make her hair look neat was pull her twists into a ponytail / bun on top of her head. Great, now she has a fuzzy bun and is an orphan at the end of year breakfast. Wow, need to press restart on today. Even better, I’m going to take a deep breath and go make an espresso.


Talk to you tomorrow. L

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