When Emma was born she was bald as a cupie doll. Literally, no hair. And honestly, I expected as much. Most blond-headed, blue eyed kiddos have little-to-no hair at birth. Cate had been similar, except for a decent patch of growth on the lower head/upper neck area that she rubbed off with time.
So, when Alice was born, and I saw that sweet baby head covered with curly blond hair I knew we were in for a bit of a change. And, by golly, I was right.
As a toddler, her hair was delightful. I could put it in adorable piggy tails that would curl so sweetly and frame her face just right. But, as the school years approached and her hair grew longer and thicker, we began to encounter more difficulties with such a lush mop of curls.
Combing it out (with the widest tooth comb available) became a battle of wills and always involved tears. At times I just gave up on combing it and within weeks she would have a couple of dread locks forming on the underside that would have to be cut out if left too long to fester.
Predictably, she became fully invested in her hair as elementary school years began to wane and middle school approached. And gradually, she figured out how to tame those locks by herself.
This hair is almost magical. She can pull it up into a bun and it will hold without hair ties or bobby pins. It is the definition of "wash and dry" hair. It never sees the likes of product, a blow dryer, or colorant. It has volume that will not stop. It can be braided, twisted, pinned or any other style and it will always hold.
And even though it's fabulous, it has it's downsides too. It's heavy, hot and takes all night to dry. Additionally, she (and I) have a crazy fear of lice because of its enormousness.
But in truth, it is totally worth it. It is so part of her and her attitude.