But when I pulled out old trusty, my hot comb, I came face to face with what I have been steadfastly ignoring for about three months.
Since August, my youngest daughter has been loosing hair and sadly I knew it was happening but because there wasn't a damn thing I could do, I turned a blind eye and let my child wear basically combovers because like I said there was nothing I could do and looking at it would only make me madder than I needed to be.
Their dad got married in August and their grandmother (His mother) took it upon herself to put a perm in my daughters' heads. For the people of the lighter persuasion who read my blog, a black person's 'perm' is really a relaxer. To make the hair straight. And I'm not explaining that with any snide in my voice, some people honestly don't know that black people tend to call a relaxer a perm. Anyway, she put one in each of my daughter's hair. The problem, she used the same one that she uses on her head. The blacks reading this know where this is going already. Kay's hair could take it better because I've had to actually use a strong perm on her hair once. It was a bad summer that year and I had no choice so her hair was, while not used to it, stronger and able to take it. Liv's hair, however had been pampered with low strength children's perms all her life because she had a different quality of hair that Kayla did. Kay gets her hair from me. IT's rough, it's thick and it really doesn't ever act right unless you straighten it well. Livy's hair was fine with an essential blow out but a children's perm made that blow out like condition last way longer.
Anyway, my x mother in law used an adult super strength perm on both heads and left them on until the girls said their scalps were burning. Which is way too long. For the wedding day, their hair looked pretty decent. But very soon after, it started falling out.
As a matter of fact, When they were returned to me at the end of August for school, Liv's hair was already starting to fall out.
This morning, like I said, I was confronted with just how bad her hair really was...
This was what her hair looked like BEfore I hot combed it...
And this is what it looked like after I'd gotten somewhat through it. I sincerely hope the talented African girls at the shop can get their tiny fingers on that. IF they can't we will have to work something out.
So yeah, I'm starting the day feeling like a horrible mother. Not a good feeling.
Stay frosty bloggers, I have to go get the money to fix this travesty. I will blog later.
Oh a By the Way...
