There are two types of mums – those who can do their child’s hair and those that can’t. I definitely fall within the latter category much to the dismay of my girls and as much as I have really tried to change this fact.
In our house it has come to the stage where my two daughters don’t even request anything apart from ponytails anymore because they know that it is just not going to happen. In fact, the reality is, even ponytails are a challenge.
Now most of this is just my natural inability to do hair, including my own. My own hair is usually out (on special occasions) or 99 per cent of the time it is just thrown into a pony tail with bumps, strange angles, fluffy bits and ten million flyaways (for the flyaways, I blame the children).
In my defence though, some of the blame does not fall on me, but their father who when creating these children ‘blessed’ them with the curly hair gene *sigh - bloody men*. So, not only can I not do the easiest type of hair but when my two girls, who love dressing up and all things ‘girly’, present me with their curly locks, all I can do is shake my head and say, “I’m sorry.”