When I entered the waters of motherhood 19 years ago, nobody told me that being a hairstylist would one day be among my job qualifications. Lucky for my girls, I am pretty much inept in the realm of beauty skills, which leads to an abundance of frustrating moments now that they are teenagers. They count their lucky stars every day that their mother provides zero help when it comes to cute hair.
My lack of skills goes back many years. As a child, I thought I was the epitome of glamorous when I sported my own headband design made out of a knotted ribbon with plastic animal barrettes clipped between the knots. It looked ridiculous, but I thought it was the most stylish thing I had ever seen.
As a teenager, I relied on my older sister to help me with my hair. She was good with her hands, creating beautiful braids and curls. I, on the other hand, was good at wearing my thick wavy locks down. I grew up in the days of home perms, after all, and waves were as easy as 1-2-3. Wash, scrunch, and go was my motto. Attempts at any other style usually resulted in a tangled mess, so I stuck with the tried and true.
My hairstyling skills have not improved over time, despite the death of the home perm. A couple of years ago, I finally gave up on my long hair because I HATED spending time on it, which meant I wore a ponytail every single day. Now, my short and sassy style takes less than 10 minutes to do, and I could not be happier.
But my girls still insist on having long locks. Apparently, they do not want the same hairstyle as their mother. I cannot imagine why because it is the answer to my beauty prayers, but they tell me long hair is the way to go when you are a teenager.
That would all be well and good if I was actually capable of styling hair up to high teenage standards. But I am not. My hands are clumsy and helpless when hair is on the line, so things get a little sticky. My morning conversation with my daughter (at least one, if not both of them) usually goes something like this:…