So this happened.
After months and months of Lil’ J asking to have her hair straight I finally gave in and gave it a go… Sorta.
We were on vacation (I won’t say where) and we had a free day from all the fun. We were just hanging out around the resort and Lil’ J noticed a blow drier.
“Mama, can you straighten my hair?” She asked me.
Well, we don’t own a blow drier at home, and we didn’t have any plans. Why not?
I agreed we’d give it a try, on low heat, and using no flat irons. I didn’t know how her hair would react to the change.
We already had a lot of pixie dust and hair gel to wash out of her hair, and I didn’t bring all of my usual hair-washing supplies, so detangling was a nightmare. I told her we had to make it through if she wanted her hair to be straight.
After I finished the preliminary round of detangling, I borrowed my sister-in-law’s brush to try to use to pull through while blow drying…Mind you, I’ve never done this before. Not to my own hair, or anyone elses’. I used a mixture of cool and low heat in fear of damaging her tresses, so it took forever to dry a single section.
This doesn’t seem as easy as it is when I go to the salon. I thought to myself. Maybe that blow dryer with the comb attachment is key!
It seemed to take forever, and we were still just on that first little piece of hair.
Once she saw how long and straight her hair was getting she got excited and said I could finish the section, but by the time we started on the next, she said she was done, and that she liked her curly hair.
I totally flipped the script and I didn’t even mean to. I unknowingly reverse-psychologied her into appreciating her curly hair.
Since then I’ve felt a little guilty. I don’t want her to be terrified of blow dryers forever. And as much as I want her to love her curly hair, I don’t at the expense of her having PTSD from her hair-straightening experience.
I told her we could try again some day when she is older and she seemed fine with that idea.
We have a nightly moisturizing and detangling routine that we do before bed. She used to dread it but now that it involves a tradition of popcorn and a new Disney movie, she looks forward to it every evening after her brother goes to bed. Her hair is getting longer and longer by the day and she loves to play in it and “help” me.
She uses her pretend hair straightener and blow drier. As I work on combing out one section of hair, she sprays and “straightens” another.
“Don’t worry, it’s just pretend mom,” she reassures me.
I’ve been bouncing a new blow dryer in and out of my Amazon shopping cart, debating if I’m ready to re-welcome heat straightening back into our home. Are we ready? Or should I stick with our curly styles a bit longer?
Part of me just wants to make up for our terrible first experience–Prove to myself that I CAN DO THIS TOO!
But another part of me wonders if we should save it for special occasions and leave it to the pros at the salon.
Yea, that’s probably a good idea.
Have you ever had a bad-hair experience?