So, I’m having a bit of writer’s block, so, while waiting on my muse, I decided to share another piece of the puzzle that got me started on writing Daddy’s Doing Hair?!?!?! in the first place. (Like I have a “muse”! LOL) . Anyway, when my girls were much younger, I used to do their hair sometimes. I did it quite often actually. (Okay, so I feel the need to adjust some expectations here.) I’ll be be honest….they weren’t very GOOD hairstyles. At BEST, they probably looked they were done by some terrorist group that decided to take over the world with some ill conceived plot that involved sending little girls to school with messed up hairdos, but hey, I tried. Besides, I think, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t really about the end result. It really was all about the journey…the bonding.
To me it was enjoyable because it gave me a chance to bond with them on their level. They seemed to get a kick out of it too, and from time to time they’ll still ask me to wash it for them . Although I think it’s just because they’re being lazy. Anyway, I wrote the poem below a LONG time ago to describe how it all went down. I’ll share it with you because you’re family. I think I’m going to use it in a freestanding children’s book to accompany the release of Daddy’s Doing Hair?!?!? Enjoy and PLEASE let me know what you think.
I Like When Daddy Does My Hair
I like when Daddy does my hair
But I’ll never let him see…
The grins and smiles on my face that show
How much it means to me.
Instead, I fidget and fuss and twist and turn
And slouch and make faces too…
And sometimes I pout and cry and such
And even make a tear or two.
And I stomp, and I frown
And I cross my arms, and I give my maddest stare
But in my heart, real deep, there’s a secret…
lean close to hear
…………I kinda like it when Daddy does my hair
I like when Daddy does my hair,
Because he listens when I talk
About “dressesssss” and “bowwwws” and pretty stuff
And that doll that I want that can walk
And secret places and rain and spaceships too
And flowers and frogs and kites
And jellybeans, and tea parties, and clouds, and swings
And the monster s in my closet at night…
We talk about how I love to play dress up
With colors…reds and pinks and blues
and bicycles, and ponies, and caterpillars too
but mostly…. pretty bows on shoes
I know he likes to hear me giggle when we talk
‘Cause I’ve seen him try to hide,
his smiles behind his “Daddy” face
but his smiles can’t stay inside.
I LOVE when Daddy does my hair,
And he’s getting better…I saw it…last night
‘cause now instead of two ponytails pointing straight up
At least ONE of them , points straight out…to the right.