Having a daughter is one of the greatest joys of my life. For a mother it is like getting to do it all over again. Except she is the one who has to deal with all of the I am just a kid, what do I know, issues. Take hair for instance
Before the glorious days of perms that those of us who survived the 80s endured, there was a whole bunch of us little girls trying to figure out what to do with our boring prepubescent hair.
We were no where close to being women. But boy we sure thought we were. So we braided. Or wore side ponies. Anything to try to make ourselves appear more mature.
And in a single gift from my mother, my life was altered forever. She gave me sponge rollers.
You remember those? I am betting that you do. Before your mom was willing to invest in a set of hot rollers, she got you regular rollers. But not the hard to roll rollers with bobby pins. The pink, soft spongy kind that had the pin attached right on the side.
I soon figured out that you must never underestimate the power of a sponge roller. Once you rolled your wet hair around one, you were committed. There was no going back. Until you washed your hair anyway.
You had to learn the proper way to curl your particular hair style. Hair texture and length determined just how tight and how much hair should be on each roller. I had to practice a few times before I got it right.
I always had fine textured hair. Wrapping finely textured hair too tightly, or placing too little hair on a roller could lead to disastrous results. As in, now you have an afro. And you are super white and therefore not skilled in how to harness the power of an afro.
Once I found my balance though, I was golden. I would sleep in sponge rollers every night just to achieve those sexy (I was no where close to sexy at age 11, but 11-year-old me wasn’t hearing that) waves in my hair.
So when my daughter was looking for something new to try with her hair, I could totally relate. We agreed that she must have a set.
Being the amazing mom that I am I ran out the very next day and procured a set. Okay, so it wasn’t really that hard. I just went to Target but she doesn’t have to know that I didn’t go to great lengths.
We were both so excited. She wanted me to roll her hair. She had never particularly cared what her hair looked like. This was something completely new. She needed some help with style and who was more stylish than her mother? (Lots of people. But they are not her mother. So there.)
I poured the rollers out of the see-through bag. I grouped them all together by size. When using sponge rollers you have to carefully choose the correct size for your hair. She had shoulder length hair so I chose the biggest size.
She wet her hair and I began to roll. I gathered a section of hair, then I carefully twisted the hair before I wrapped it around the roller. That was an old trick that I had learned back in the day. It made for longer, looser curls. Her hair was going to be amazing.
I carefully rolled section after section. Snapping each roller closed to ensure that every strand would be set to perfection. When I finished she had about 12 rollers. We squealed with delight.
Now all she had to do was sleep in them and wake to fun, full hair. My little girl. Her first night of sleeping on uncomfortable rollers. I was so proud.
When she woke for school the next morning, I helped her remove the rollers. She was so excited to see the results.
She raced to the mirror to take a look. Now, this is where I made a horrid mistake. This is where I forgot to share my sponge roller wisdom. This is where I failed as a mother.
I got busy doing other things. I did have three other children who also needed my attention. After a few minutes I went to check on our curly results.
I was too late.
I rounded the corner to the bathroom and looked inside. And there she stood.
And she did not look happy.
I had failed to arm her with one crucial piece of information pertaining to sponge rollers. You never, ever, under any circumstance run a brush though your curled hair. Especially fine hair.
I forgot that she had not lived thorough the perm era. She didn’t know about finger styling. And there was my daughter. Her hair was six inches wide on each side of her head. And she was looking for someone to blame.
I began to laugh. I know it was wrong. I couldn’t stop. As a kid you often have to learn things the hard way. I learned plenty that way.
She had learned not to let her mother curl her hair.
I called for her dad. When he saw his baby girl his eyes got as big as saucers. Then I made what was probably the worst move of the entire ordeal. I began to sing.
“I feel for you. I think I love you.”
Now mind you, my daughter didn’t recognize that song and she didn’t know who Chaka Kahn was. But when my husband instantly erupted into laughter, she ran crying from the room.
How was I supposed to know that her daddy would laugh? This was clearly all his fault.
I could not help myself. I always see the humorous side of life. It is who I am. If she can’t laugh at herself then who can?
That is right. Her mother. And father.
I am not cruel so I brough her back to the bathroom, hugged her, then worked to help contain some of the awesomeness. We agreed that it was a ponytail kind of day.
I drove her to school still singing. Under my breath though because if I am anything I am sensitive to the feelings of others.
Then I Instagramed a picture because that stuff was epic!
As if you wouldn’t have done the same thing.
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jim kainz says
Any lady want to be shampooed over the kitchen sink and put in rollers contact me at 310-74-3321.
Linda Smith says
Ok this my 3rd and final attempt to leave you a much shorter and not ramble on like i usually do since my accident. I forget what im doing and whst all has been said recently , like that day kind of recent. Ur post broght me so many flashbacks!! I tried to get my girls to use them but they wud “just die” if i didnt gwt them a Chi hsir straightener for them so sinced im licensed cosmetologist/ hair stylist. I went right then to the beauty supply store and i got extremely lucky on one of the colors and the other one can fight for it til i hsnd her the 2nd one i bought just for her. My oldest girl was i think 12 and my middle child was stairstep so shecwas 11 and my baby boy was 10 they were all extremely close and lean on each other except for thst day lol. They crazily turned those steaighteners on the highest temp it was able to reach. And those fools were so busy chatting away wasnt paying attention that nit only was it on the highest setying,too high for their basically virgin hair lol!and yes their hair came falling straight to the floor around them. I ended up cuttong both tjeir hsi in a longish angled bob to try to blend the burnt ends in with the rest and jyst get thru the day. So yes your post gas brought some really wonderfil, fantastic thoughts and memories!! Thank you so much for sharing a lil post. I so look forward to reading anotger wonderful post from you hun!! And all prayers are appreciated no matter whar th religion. Hwck i was taught 3 full religions all my life our parents wanted to know that when we grew up then we cud choose which religion i was most at home with. But my warped, imbalanced brain so i still practice all 3. Catholuc, Baptist, and Buddhist. So i try my best to never ecer disrespect others for what has been ingrained in them since almost birth. Ok im beat and cant stop coughing so hard. I have no choice but to take a nap. Thank you for your wondergul post hun!!
Bell On Heels says
Thank you so much!! Yes sponge rollers never burned anyone’s hair!!! ???
Iam a 45 year old male with longer hair and use rollers and also get shampoo and sets regularly, might I suggest using Velcro rollers for your daughters hair as they give a less defined curl.
Pamelyn Wooten aka Pam says
Great Blog!!! She will learn just as you did! She will learn how to get her wavy curls, not frizz! She will learn that it takes practice! She might just learn to let it be, for now! I can relate on this with myself (me)!!! My boys didn’t do the “sponge rollers”, Thank You Jesus! They did however go with length, long bangs and colors.Not Chad with colors. Ryan has had several colors in the past 4 years! Granny just said to me , “this too will pass” It did!!! So far, short and natural color since Spring 2013! Wanting to join the NAVY has helped with the hair-dos!!!!
Ahhh I have three boys! I guess their time is coming! Thanks!
Poor baby!!! I mean has she seen the pics of you and Sharon and she still let you do this???
I too know the heart ache of foam rollers. I have extremely thick hair, though, so, if rolled too tight, I can out looking like Shirley Temple. Note: I had a fat little face. It wasn’t a good look. Luckily, my hair won’t hold curl even with a can and a half of aqua net, so it’d fall out pretty quickly.
Unluckily, my mom bought me a crimper. 😐 I wish those pictures would just go away.
Gahhh the crimper!!! Luckily my mom never bought me one. Looking back now, I am kinda glad.
Another fun filled read!! You may never be allowed to touch Gracie’s hair again… lol
Love it.! Keep up the good work… makes my day brighter with every blog….. 🙂
Thank you Annette!