I don’t always recognize the blessing that she is because she is a teenaged girl and I don’t generally care for teenaged girls. I was one, so I know what I’m talking about.
One of the benefits of having a younger woman in my house is that when I complain about how much I hate my hair, she offers to do it for me. When I was on the verge of cutting it all off she stopped me and brought me back to basics.
It was so simple. All she did was roll it up. When I was her age I think I slept in rollers most nights. How did I get away from this simple practice? No heat, less damage. And for the most part, I look cute again and I’ve put down the scissors.