Sh*t Boomer Says : "Mommy...I hate my hair."

Hey all.

Its been awhile since we had a Sh*t Boomer Says around here. Unfortunately today's addition to this series isn't a funny one.

See a few weeks ago as I was doing Boomer's hair for school, she told me that she hated her hair. That she wished she was born with her hair straight like the other girls in class.

I was stunned. Standing there with my halo of wild curls, that I have come to deeply love, that my kiddo didn't feel the same love for her own hair. That she didn't think it was cool to be able to have crazy, fun curls, but also flat iron it to be sleek and straight.

'But what about Mommy's hair Boomer? Isn't Mommy's hair cool?'

'No.'

WHA?!?!?!?!?

So. I decided right then and there we were nipping this in the bud. I was going to help this child love her locks if it killed me!

I went and requested a bunch of books from the library for her to read.

Then I put away my flat iron, and personally committed to not straightening my hair for the rest of the year.

In Boomer's defense, I've been kind of lazy with her on the hair styling front. I've been quick to just put it in a few boring braids and call it a day. So I've been getting inspiration from pinterest and trying it out on myself first.

 I've been reading different natural hair blogs too, to get ideas for children's hairstyles.

Some of them Boomer really likes. (The left, and top right). Others she isn't so sure about. (Bottom right.)

I've also been able to experiment with some new ways of styling and products!

I have also learned...that by day 4...my twist out just needs to be retired. (Last pic)

And that Instagram has seen far too many selfie shots from my bathroom lately. Speaking of Instagram, I sort of created my own hash tag in this whole process. #operationhelpmychildloveherhair If you want to follow along you can find my Insta HERE. Boomer has really enjoyed seeing everyone 'like' her different hairstyles and loves reading all your lovely comments too! So a big THANK YOU!!!! I think its definitely helping her.

So far so good I think. I've gotten a few smiles, and one hair style she actually said 'Mommy I like it!'. Now I know it took me a long time to get to the point that I LOVED my hair, but I'd like to save her some angst if I can. I want her to feel special. Unique.

Guys I miss my flat iron.

So how far would you go to help your kiddos love themselves?

Mommy Confessions: This morning...I lost my shiz...or at least I wanted to.

* I wrote this yesterday, when I was still freshly angry. 

I re-read it today, and I still find it amusing...so...yeah.*

This morning....there was a tube of black ink/paint in the wash.

In the load of half dry clothes.

Which means I've essentially baked in the ink.

Which means the clothes are ruined.

I know I had put it out into the universe that I wanted new clothes.

This is NOT what I meant.

This is one of those moments in parenting where you really want to ask your child: 'Da fuq?!?!?!?!'

No I don't talk to Boomer like that. But I really, really, really wanted to.

For Example: 

• 'Where in 'da fuq' did you come up with this tube of clothing killer?'

• 'I found it on the floor at Mimi's house.'

• 'Why in 'da fuq' would you just take something from Mimi's house?'

• 'I don't know Mommy.'

• 'Who in 'da fuq' is going to buy me new clothes for work?'

• silence....

• 'What in 'da fuq' is the matter with you?!?!?!?!'

• 'Sorry mommy...want to pray about it?'

So...we had the who, what, why, where conversation minus all the Eff bombs. Then she drops Jesus in the mix.

NO I DON'T WANT TO FREAKING PRAY ABOUT IT!!!!!

I want my clothes not to be messed up. I want for my kid to not be the most full of mischief seven year old in Columbus. I WANT to throw an tantrum.

I didn't. I told Boomer I needed some time alone. So I went upstairs, and took another shower. You can never be too clean, and the water calms me down.

I got out. I told her I loved her very much. She apologized, I told her I forgave her, and to stop being a klepto. Then we all went about our morning.

Good day all.

What would you do....

If you had $1000?

My answer to this question varies day by day. Sometimes I would buy a pair of these bad boys.

Courtesy of iheartluxe.com

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Other days I would plan a wonderful vacation somewhere that doesn't look like central ohio does today.

Courtesy of flat-waves.com

Today however I'm feeling curious about my origins so I would use that $1000 to pay for a P.I. to search for my birth parents. Adoption and searching for birth parents can be a touchy subject for all involved. What if someone doesn't want to be found? What if your adoptive parents feel slighted by you looking?  No one can answer those questions for you. For me personally I feel like I'm finally old enough and mature enough to handle whatever I find. So if someone handed me $1000 today, that's what I would spend it on.