Big Hair

I have big hair. It's poofy and curly, frizzy and wavy, not to mention completely out of control 99% of the time. It does what it wants, WHEN it wants, and I just have to try to tame the beast every morning. Derek's hair is like wire, so between the two of us, Emma never stood a chance. I pitied her, even while she was in the womb because I knew that a combo of Derek's and my hair's DNA was going to produce something magical.....

Emma was born with hair that was almost black, kinda wild lookin, but nothing out of the ordinary. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. She had escaped my big hair doom. Or so I thought. 

When she was only a couple months old she lost every bit of hair EXCEPT a small strip that ran around the back of her head from one ear to the other. Honesty, she resembled a baby monk, but there was nothing short of gluing bows on her head to help her. (I didn't glue any bows, promise)

To compensate for her lack of hair, she was pretty much always dressed in pink. I never wanted there to be any confusion about her gender, but I still had lovely people ask me how old HE was. Sheesh people. 

I never knew this, but hair growth is an "extra" according to our bodies. It makes sense, all calories are designated to important tasks like muscle growth, and hair just falls to the bottom of the food chain. Literally. So when we were fighting our way through her GERD junk, it only made sense that her hair didn't grow. She had hair, but it was only about an inch long at the most. But even at that young age, I found out that she had been blessed with my hair AND Derek's hair combined. She got my frizz, curl, and volume while ALSO getting Derek's wire hair. Poor child. 

Our new game lately is playing hair salon. I sit on a stool and Emma brushes, dries and clips up my hair. Emma keeps referring to my hair as "Rapunzel hair" because there's so much of it, but when it was my turn to be the stylist, I was again amazed at how much Emma is a mini me. Granted, she has Derek's complexion and eye color. She even looks like the picture we have of him as a child, but a side by side comparison of pictures of her and I make the differences disappear. 

I just hope I can remain positive about our hair when Emma is 16. I better start praying for strength now.