So Greenleigh wanted her hair braided, Jen tried. Rat tail ensued.
Called out? Sure. And it didn’t help that several people “liked” the picture (with corresponding caption) within seconds of it being posted. But admittedly not my best work. Then again not really my worst. It’s kind of more of the same…bad.
Truth be told, I’ve never been able to braid hair. Sure, I tried to learn at slumber parties when I was little. I longed to be able to french braid, but I never could get the hang of it. Not on my hair and not on anyone elses’ hair. Even now, I can’t braid my own hair. And braiding is just the tip of the iceberg because anything other than a basic ponytail or barrette is out of my wheelhouse. And my ponytails aren’t always the most awesome either…unless you like bumps. Lots of them. I guess doing hair is just a “girl gene” that I don’t possess.
But Greenleigh is a girly girl. Each day she comes to me with a new request for her hair. Today she asked for a braid because her Aunt Penny braided her hair when she came to visit on Saturday night. During the week she asks for ponytails, pigtails, and barrettes – all of which stump me. That’s right, I can’t even get barrettes to stay in right. And of course, the true test is always the bun that’s required for her dance class on Saturday mornings. Combine Greenleigh’s normal squirminess, the bizarre cowlick she inherited from Erajh, and a mom who no doubt didn’t get enough sleep and you have a recipe for disaster. Let’s just say that we’ve arrived at dance class more than once to have other moms look at Greenleigh’s hair horrified, only for me to blame it on Greenleigh squirming in her carseat and rubbing the back of her hair. Wrong? Maybe. But I certainly can’t tell them the truth – that was my 6th and best attempt and it took 20 minutes, at which point I ran out of time and said, “well, that’s as good as it’s going to get”.
Let’s hope that she learns to do her own hair very soon. For her sake.