If there is anything that regularly knocks me down a peg as a parent it is my daughter’s hair.

Hair was one of the reasons I was terrified of having a little girl. I can do pig tails, I can do a pony tail, I can do a basic braid, and that’s it. I’ve never been able to figure out clips bows, I can’t do buns or fancy braids. I’m useless with a curler or straightener. I own a hair dryer and it might come out from under the sink once a year.

Hair has never been my thing.

When the kid was born with a full head of hair it was a delight. It stuck straight up and made her look wacky and adorable all the time.


Now she’s growing up, her hair is longer and it’s my job to take care of it until she can properly wield a brush with the attention to detail required.┬áHer hair is fine, but there’s lots of it, and that means that it tangles easily. And that means that I hate brushing it.

Almost as much as she hates it when I brush it.

We’ve tried different sprays, different brushes and combs. I’ve sought out advice from everyone I can think of. I’ve taken her to a salon to get them to do it for me.

I know that we should brush it every day, probably morning and night, and it wouldn’t be such a terrible experience, but the fact that it is such a terrible experience makes me not want to do it. Ever.

I cannot count the times we’ve both ended up in tears. The screams of pain start when I approach her with the brush and only threats of getting Daddy to do it instead make her settle down enough to get the job done.

Tell me, people of the internet, will she be able to do it herself soon? Please tell me.

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