I was always a “tender headed” child. That is, I cried when I got my hair combed.
I don’t remember when my mother1 started relaxing my hair. I remember that it was probably, in part at least, my fault. At least once a week, getting my hair combed was the worst thing that could ever happen to me. It was exhausting for our whole family.
- My mom is awesome and I love her to pieces and wouldn’t trade her for anything or anyone.