Funny story. Lately I’ve been short on time in the mornings with Big C’s many dentist appointments and Owlie’s early school start. I also totally spaced a much needed hair appointment, which means I’ve got dark roots for ages and a style that is desperately in need of shaping and trimming.
This results in me wearing my hair in its natural state much more frequently than I normally would. Its natural state, by the way, is curly. Okay, really, it’s wavy-frizzy-crazy with some really nice curl on the underneath side.
Here’s where the funny comes in. Every time I wear my hair like this, and I really do mean EVERY SINGLE TIME, my dad will say one of two things to me: 1) What happened to your hair? or 2) I just don’t understand where you got that CRAZY hair from!
It would probably help to give just a little bit of context here. I am the offspring of two parents who both have textured hair. Neither my mom nor my dad has straight hair. I would call my mom’s hair wavy. My dad also has wavy hair. Of course, I think if you asked him, he would say he had straight hair.
In his mind, I have straight hair. And even though I have had curly hair since I permed it in Junior High School almost thirty years ago, he can’t understand where this hair comes from. Every time he sees it, I feel like he’s trying to solve some great mystery.
So today I’m solving the mystery for my dad.
I love you. Thank you to you and mom for the DNA that gave me curly hair. It’s a major time saver in the morning.
Your Crazy Haired Dragonfly.