Some times it's not.
I let her choose how her hair is done most days. She sometimes has one ponytail, sometimes braids and one ponytail. We have done her hair so many ways I can not even count. All I think are very cute on her. I was getting my hair cut at a chain that will remain nameless the other day. My hair girl is on maternity leave. At the last minute Miss M asks to come with me. I quickly throw some water and leave in conditioner on her afro and we run out the door. The minute I sit in the chair I am bombarded by questions about how I came to have an African American Daughter. I give my usual answer (ADOPTION) and I am then asked how many kids I have . I answer again. Miss M starts to get curious about the fun things around her and I have to remind to wait patiently on the bench for me. Then the hair questions start. Do I know what I am doing? Have I ever taken a class? What products do I use on her hair? I want to say , hey, didn't I come here for mine not hers. I explain I have been told not to cut it yet and that it get's washed twice a week and every day gets water, leave in conditioner and oil. She really has healthy hair even if it looks dry today. I explain the hurry I was in to get out the door.They are looking at me like I am an unfit mother because her hair is not in braids and not oiled at the moment. They are actually being quite rude. Then I get the big excuse me from the lady in the chair next to me who has been glaring at me the entire time and she says," Mam I have neice with hair like that and your daughters in not being cared for right. I would like to offer to pay for a hair cut for your girl." My Mouth drops open and I stop and think before answering. "Mam, I have explained now three times, we were in a hurry leaving the house and her hair is JUST FINE. I appreciate the offer, but money is not the issue. I can offord a hair cut for her. I have been told to leave it alone until she is eight or nine. When I get home I will make sure it is oiled right away." When I get up front I make sure I tell them how completely rude they have all been and that I will not be back. Two days later Miss M informs me she may get written up by the mean bus driver for getting her hair oil on the windows of the bus. WHAT???? One day there is not enough, and then too much. You do not write a kindergartener up for looking out the window and accidentally getting it dirty. I had to call the bus depot and lodge another complaint against the silly bus driver.The supervisor was MORE than kind to me as you can imagine. My Miss M is a beautiful girl and we are trying to teach her love everyone and that who you are on the inside is SOOOOOOO much more important than what we see on the outside, because IT IS!!!!





