As we embark on our natural hair journeys, it’s important to remember that it is just that… a journey. It’s not a destination. It’s a journey. Too often, in life, we get so focused on our goals that we lose sight of all of the moments that occur in between. The moments — are what REALLY matter. Life is too short and it moves too fast for us to forget to enjoy the simple pleasures of life. And the same holds true for our hair journeys.
It is no secret that breakage occurs as hair strands are subjected to wear and tear. But wear and tear occurs as we experience life. Of course, we should limit damage to our hair. No one wants to walk around with broken, damaged hair. But the amount of damage you allow depends on your hair goals and your lifestyle. I take good care of my hair, but I also don’t have goals of waist length hair. So, I guess that is why I’m a little lax. Or it could be my daughter’s cancer diagnosis that constantly reminds me how fragile life is. Much more fragile — and important — than hair. So because of that, there are three instance when breakage is okay — at least for me.
Playing in Mommy’s Hair
Little girls love to play in mommy’s hair. They model behavior. It’s what they do. When they grow up, they’ll remember that mommy-daughter time. Since I have a one-year old and two-year old, I take precautions. No combs. No pulling. [Cue one-year old.] And my girls only play in my hair when it is moisturized and detangled.
Hubby Caressing My Hair
Let’s face it hubbies love to play in our hair. Tender moments can involve scalp massages and strokes of the hair. Of course there are rules. No, he cannot touch my hair if I have somewhere special to go tomorrow. And he wants nothing to do with my hair when I have “Celie” braids in my hair. For the record, the best “caressing hair” is old twistout hair.
Enjoying My Hair
What is the point in growing your hair, if you can’t enjoy your hair? I wear a lot of protective styles, but I also enjoy wearing big, in-yo-face hair. Yes, my hair will likely snag on my coat this winter, but so what? I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to figure out which strand was snagged five minutes later.
Twenty years from now, I am going to remember the moments. The feel of little fingers rubbing my scalp. And little voices saying, “You look pretty mommy!” The feel of the wind as it blows through my fro. [Yes, our hair blows in the wind too.] And the butterflies I feel when my husband tenderly kisses my forehead and runs his fingers through my hair. Those moments don’t include me sitting in the bathroom with measuring tape to my head. Or me obsessing over a split end. It’s the former moments that I’ll cherish. And I hope you will too.