Being a natural hair mom means beaming with pride at all the comments you get from strangers about your child’s gorgeous mane.
It means smiling politely and rolling your eyes at comments about “crazy” and “wild” and “light socket” and “good” hair because you know the implicit bias behind those terms but understand that they don’t really mean it that way.
It means reminding yourself and everyone else that all hair is good hair.
It means researching the different hair textures and curl patterns from 1A to 4C and realizing you have like 4 different ones in different spots.
It means adding in a few (45) minutes you don’t have to a shower that may not even happen daily for co-wash, lotion-oil-cream routine and twist out.
It means feeling guilt over getting a blow out or weave for the convenience of low up-keep because you don’t want to send mixed signals about the need to have straight hair.
It means taking a breath and saying a prayer on wash day.
It means an ever-so-slight twinge of panic mixed in with the pure joy you feel when you hear it’s (another) girl.
It means sometimes arguing in the comments section on topics like discriminatory school hair dress codes. A simple argument like “rules is rules” is never as cut and dry as it seems when no one is policing the way their hair grows from their head.
It means crying real, huge tears when you watch the Oscar nominated short Hair Love. Not just because it’s so cute and has such a great message of self love and acceptance. But, also because it makes you confront your own mortality and hope you’ve instilled enough self love in your child to carry her through when you aren’t there anymore.