The Waterfall Braid

So when I wrote that I'm not that kind of girl, I should have also mentioned that I'm not that kind of mom.

You know the type. The mom who spent the previous evening printing templates, cutting out felt, lining up googly eyes, puffy paint tubes, and glitter for the next morning's crafts.

Or the mom who grows her own veges, uses it to make her own salsa, and then puts it in jars with homemade labels.

There is nothing wrong with these moms. It's just not me. I couldn't be those moms if I tried. I'm more the let's stomp in the puddles, paint your heart out even if the painting doesn't resemble anything I can identify, and, btw, isn't it time for your weekly (monthly) bath and shampoo? kind of mom.

So when Lindsay asked me to do the Waterfall Braid my palms started to sweat. It's not that I didn't want to. But come on. I'm lucky if I can get a brush through her tangles without tears (hers and mine). I don't "do" my own hair (unless blowing it dry counts). I'm just not skilled in that particular set of mom skills.

Well. I put my mind to it and it turned about quite pretty. This was our third go, but even the first and second try earned compliments from friends. And most importantly, I could see how proud Lindsay felt about her new do. Thanks Pinterest!