Friday, August 17, 2007

My Crowning... I Wanna Say 'Glory'?

My hair has always been the bane of my existence, I tell you in an exaggerated dramatic vein. It is frizzy, thick, and totally uncontrollable - a real thug. It is so beyond bushy that I could have played Hermione Granger (except that I was too old and of the wrong ethnicity; also, that my acting skills left a lot to be desired). Anyway, since it has been raining rather wrathfully these days, the kinks have been coming out with matching fierceness. I do not dare let you see it untied as it could very well take over the picture. Or perhaps even the entire universe. Excuse me, but I have a feeling that hyperboles will abound in this post. I beseech you to be understanding. You have no idea what it's like to have your hair account for 1/3 of your weight (There you go! Another one!).
The real point of this post does have something to do with being a parent. As you know, I gave birth almost eleven months ago. I had gotten a haircut a few weeks before that so the heavy growth would be less troublesome. However, something is very wrong with my mind that I continue to think that that day remains to be just a few weeks ago when, in reality, an entire year has already passed. The hair, naturally, has grown back. Most postpartum moms wisely get their hair cut sometime before their hair starts to fall out or at the first signs of numerous strands coming off at one swipe of the comb. I, with my one-of-a-kind hair, never really noticed that I was shedding worse than a Pomeranian or that I had baby hair growing all over my head. These features were all disguised under the riotous thatch.
Behold the braid below. That is the very stuff stern or bow ropes are made of. It had to take decades and a baby before the poor old thing finally found favor with me. So, children, the moral of the story is: thick frizzy hair rocks postpartum and can anchor ships to the pier. :-)

PS. It also stands the tugging of ten-month-old hands.

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