The girls got their first professional braids put in 4 days before the wedding. What an experience! I found this lady through a friend who adopted her daughter from Ethiopia. She has a cute little shop over by the DM fairgrounds – it’s only been open a year. We were there for 7 hours as the girls got their hair washed, detangled, blown out, and braided. It cost me $200, which is an awful lot of money (and the reason we will only be doing this for special occasions) but for that much work, $200 seems really fair. I thought it was good for the girls, culturally, too. They do not spend time with other black people, other than their one bio brother. To a certain extent, they need these kind of experiences. I thought it was interesting though, when the stylist told me that her “bread and butter” is adoptive families. She said it is very hard to convince black families of the necessity of paying for hair care and thus, in her opinion, a lot of little black girls are running around with their hair very unkempt. That surprised me. I just assumed knowing how to braid was part of the black DNA! But if a family has a houseful of girls, plus a mom, they would spend several thousand a year on hair, which could be prohibitive for a lot of a families, too.
The kids started back today and I was even on the ball enough to have David start his senior year, too. They all did just fine. The school is undergoing some major renovations. It was fun to walk in the new entry way this morning and see the new office, lunch room, and library. It’s so modern-looking now!
Last night was the back-to-school night where the kids bring in their school supplies and meet their teachers. I had my first classes of the new term and couldn’t take them. So Will and Arien did it for me. I was so thankful for those two! Arien even took pictures and texted them to me.
I have noticed in recent weeks that Sam’s stuttering has gotten pretty bad again. But, I remember last year at this same time, the same thing happened. I think he has some form of anxiety and this is one of the way it manifests itself (what did we all ever do before there was a diagnosis for everything? Didn’t we used to just ‘get nervous”?). Actually…