There’s always a silver lining but you won’t see it if you go through life with your head down. #lifeintheclouds #dreamer #optimist
I’m told she looks like me the most. With her right by my side (wild child…in my bed) I give her sweet kisses and pray that all she’s dreaming of manifests. Words can’t describe the love I have for her. This one right here came to inspire me to be an even better parent. This is my sweet baby and she tells me so daily. The funny thing is that our best communication is without words. This child can speak to my soul and I to hers. We have an amazing connection. I’m so blessed that she chose me. #mommyspumpkin
So I really hadn’t thought about it until today. “What?” you ask. Well, there’s always been some mystery about why my hair has always been so healthy and strong–even as a young child. Well, it dawned on me today after trying to figure out the best way to incorporate into my regimen the Jamaican Black Castor Oil (JBCO) I’d purchased for my hair (of which I’ll get back to in a bit) but before I forget, I purchased it from my local Sally’s. However, here’s the link: http://www.sallybeauty.com/jamaican-castor-oil/SBS-175352,default,pd.html
Moving along. One of the hair gurus stated that she used the regular castor oil despite the fact that it’s a laxative and then I had a come to Jesus moment. **insert sound of the heavens opening up** Wait!!! Hold the phone!!!! You mean to tell me that that laxative that my grandmom forced me to digest a teaspoon of orally (I swore it was the entire bottle at once LOL) was helping my hair as well. And just to think she just wanted me to be “regular”.
Now I will admit that I am definitely not one with the best intake and to be honest, I actually apply better ingredients to my hair than I ingest. I know, I know. I need to do better and I have been this summer. So on my quest to buy more products to try on my hair, I bought JBCO and I really like it so far. I’m also doing a no challenge challenge. Ha!!
Listen! I am not one for rules. I don’t like them and never have. I hear I’m some sort of rebel. Who me? Anyway, I posted the details on 2 Year (& Beyond) Healthy Hair Challenge. “I’m striving to add it to my hair three times per week to promote healthy hair growth in conjunction with my current regimen… Also, I am going to engage until October 31st. I’m going to use it mainly on my scalp as a massage oil because it is so thick and I don’t particularly want that so close to the skin on my face to minimize breakouts.” And then, I got asked what my regimen consists of. I thought the response would be simple enough needing only a few lines. Ummmm I was wrong! So it goes a little something like this…
Now understand this is subject to change due to the slightest thing such as not feeling like walking up the stairs to retrieve a product from my daughter’s room (forget blaming it on laziness LOL, we all love walking upstairs to get things). By the way, there are no real rules besides use it 3 times a week in whichever way works for you. Feel free to experiment without RULES looming overhead. Oh! There is just one rule: always listen to grandma!!!
**This post is dedicated to Gladys Johnson–the best grandmother a girl could have been blessed to have. Although, I didn’t always display my gratitude for her and all she’d taught me, I’ll never forget. I know she’s smiling down on me and I hope she’s proud of the woman I’ve become.**
I just happened to be walking by when one of my daughters was listening to this. I’d never before paid attention to the lyrics. Interesting…to say the least.
…because every girl needs a pair of Alexander McQueen’s.
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The mother in the red dress who spoke brought me to tears. I agree that there are certain things that I must teach my son that other cultures do not understand. I agree that this is nothing new as a result of the Trayvon Martin murder and that our people have been having these talks for generations. “Their” idea of American is based on their experiences as are ours and for us, it’s been a harsh reality. Despite the assumption that the law provides us an equal playing field as American citizens, those assumptions are countered by the preclusion of equal rights. This is not the Jim Crow South or the Civil Rights Movement of the 60s. This is a new experience with a new series of occurrences that need to be addressed in a manner that is meaningful. Wearing hoodies or not buying gas for a day does not serve as an adequate means of expression. We must get really clear about what is necessary to move forward as American citizens–not African-American. Other citizens refer to themselves as American without any national affiliation. We must do what it takes for subsequent generations and not for the length of time it takes to buy into an issue until the next comes along. My experience, as the mother in the red dress stated, is I agree that every day my son must go out in the world looking like a “prospect and not a suspect” or he may not return home. Sad but my reality.
It must be the weather. I’m in music mode tonight. How are you feeling?