Hair update? Tangly.
Emotional State of Three-Year Old? Happy.
Future Hair Plans? Hazy.
I've written often about Echo's tangly hair. Early on I realized her bed head was a perfect opportunity to employ some empathy. Later, when she wanted dreadlocks I was forced to face my feelings on that subject. And because her interest in purposely tangled hair vacillated, each morning I found myself peppering her with loaded questions. Do you want dreadlocks? Do you want to cut it? Then we should brush it, right? Badgering her daily, thinking that these were our only options and we damn well better pick one. Asap.
But children are smarter than parents. She knows very well that hair is not a life or death matter. That she can not dread, not cut, and not brush quite easily without condemning herself. Her choice is to allow her hair to tangle itself into a gnarly sixties boufant for five days on end and then wash it and brush it. So that's where we are. Day five isn't easy on me, you'll see me folding that boufant into a convenient, tangle-concealing bun, and day six, when we wash and brush isn't easy on her, you'll see her running naked from the brush. But we are surviving.
