I just french braided my own hair! And it isn't horrible! Here, I'll show you!
This is a big moment for me. When I was a kid, I always wanted to wear my hair in a french braid, but I could never do it myself without looking like, well, like an eight year old had french braided her own hair. My mom, a lovely women with many talents, couldn't french braid either. I guess it didn't hurt that my hair was usually pretty short - I may have had somewhat unrealistic expectations.
I've been worrying a bit, no seriously, about doing Mia's hair. I've never been good at that girlie stuff like doing hair or makeup or selecting matching outfits, and I've been afraid that I would fall short, that Mia would grow up resenting the fact that her mom never french braided her hair.
And then, just moments ago, I was braiding my hair before going to bed (as I do, otherwise I spend the first few hours with wet hair in my face and half the next morning pulling out the tangles) and I decided to get all fancy and daring and try a french braid. And I did it, more or less. I mean, it is certainly most appropriate for sleeping in, but I feel like I have something to work with and that by the time Mia thinks to ask for one, I will be able to give her a french braid to be proud of. Or at least one she will not be ashamed to wear in public.
Motherhood makes you care about the strangest things. Or else I just really need to get out more.
(You know, it's actually pretty hard to take a picture of the back of your own head.)