An Ode to My Daughter’s Hair, Part Three

It’s been four years and one haircut and what’s the progress?  Take a look:

The small curls became big curls became swoops and waves.  I keep telling Child Harbat that her hair naturally highlights and has body in a way most women kill for.  Then she asks me why women are killing their hair and the conversation swerves into the surreal.  Straightened out it can reach past her shoulders and almost achieve a Rapunzel-esque braid but springiness overtakes gravity and her hair goes up and out.  I keep thinking that eventually it will start growing down but then I think of the 1970s Afros that made men and women look like microphones and I think it is possible to defy gravity.  Whether it grows up or down, in curls or arrow straight rows, I love my daughter’s hair.

  1. Her hair is so beautiful. Obviously inherited from her mother?

    • Yes, more likely from her side. My hair is quickly turning gray and thickening to the consistency of bristle you find on mats to scrub dirt from your boots!

  2. Babs said:

    I think her great granma also had pretty curly hair. Genes–it’s all about genes but her hair is g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s.

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