Despite the many things I will be for my girl, one thing I will never be is a black woman. You know, some things just don't change in life. My best friend happens to be a black girl (shout out to Latasha) and we love having her in our life. A few months ago, I began thinking of ways I could add more African American people into our life. I don't want her to grow up in a white bubble. She has African American friends at school and a few at church, but really, it is all white world up in here.
About the time I was thinking about it, little sister became obsessed with playing beauty shop. She's stuck with it for some time now and early January I decided that a trip to the real deal black girl beauty shop was what we needed. I've been doing my girl's hair, learning along the way, since she was born. I'm not stopping on account of the beauty shop, but every two weeks from here to yonder you'll be finding my girl perched on the chair with Ms. Rebecca chatting away with her.
Friends, I almost cried the whole way through. Something about getting out of my comfort zone and seeing this beautiful picture unfold did my heart in. It's like we've earned a Grandma. She loved my girl. Loved her. When we left they were best friends.
Also, when we left my three year old looked like a seven year old. I don't want to talk about it. Oh my word, she is a beauty. Her Daddy nearly cried too.
I prayed and prayed before the appointment. I wanted her to be treated well. I wanted to be treated well. I wanted my girl not to throw down in the middle of the beauty shop and the women say something like "Mmmmm hmmmmm, white woman can't control her kid." I just make this poppycock up in my head. Nobody said that.
Kendra did beautifully. It was a beautiful experience. Ms. Rebecca has joined our village and I couldn't be more thrilled. She was so kind and loving, everything I had prayed for. I can hardly wait to get back there again.
We're learning every day on this journey with our girl. I'm not always going to get it all right. There will be times when she does throw down at the beauty shop. I'll never be a black woman. But this story is mine because of God. And that, my friends, is a beautiful thing.
God is good, all the time!