Before I had kids, and even when I was a mom of babies, I used to scoff at kids with messy hair — ponytails flattened down and drooping, barrettes all askew, tangled locks in their faces. In public of all places! I mean, did these kids’ moms not see these hair atrocities? Did they not care enough to fix their poor child’s hair and make them presentable?
Now that I have preschool aged kids of my own, I can tell you no. Their parents did not care enough to make them presentable. They cared about one thing and one thing only: keeping the peace. Because messing with a kid’s hair is like opening the Pandora’s Box of screaming, gnashing of teeth, and OMG you’re trying to kill me with the hairbrush and the elastics and the clippy things, MOM!
So now I’m eating my words, because my kids regularly venture out of the house looking like this:
Not to mention this number….
Yes, she was actually sitting on the floor of Barnes & Noble looking at books with this ‘do.
Full disclosure, these are all Rachel. Claire has her fair share of messy hair days too, but Rachel’s hair is in a class of its own. Claire’s parts to the right. Zoe’s parts to the left. Rachel’s parts to the front, as in her hair fights the laws of gravity and all that makes sense and manages to catapult itself over her face at any given moment.
And honestly, I don’t really care. It’s worth it not to get screeched at for trying to stick a barrette in that mess.