By Alicia of alburnet.wordpress.com
It took me twenty three years to come to terms with the kinks in my own hair. Two years after that, I loc’d it up. Loose natural hair (loose hair of any type) stymied me. I’d been chided my entire salon-going life for being too lazy about hair care. Locs were the perfect solution. They were patient, they were kind, and most of all, they grew best when I left them alone.
All was well in the world of hair.
But then she came into my life. Bald, pink, wrinkled, and completely adorable.
“I thought she’d be browner,” my young cousin said.
“I thought she’d have curls like yours,” my MIL lamented.
“I thought she’d look at least a tiny bit like me,” I said.
Given time — all of our expectations were met. By her first birthday, three curls had appeared — one one top and one on either side. By her second birthday, she had a fluffy halo of shiny brown curls.