It was the morning ritual – my daughter would get herself dressed and ready for the day, make her bed, pick up her room, eat breakfast, brush her teeth, and then come to my room with the necessities in hand – hairbrush, detangler spray, and hairbands.

First would come a few of the “ouch, ouch!” and “that’s too hard!” comments, then the wincing would be added, and finally, to top off the daily event, the tears and angry facial expressions would follow. Yes, mean mom would attempt (with constant failure!) to gently but quickly brush every knot out of her hair until, after what seemed like an eternal, all-out, torture session, the bristles would smoothly run through each section of hair on her head. What was once a knotty, nappy mess became a beautiful, finished hairdo. (more…)