Except when her mother would give her home permanents.
This process involved bobby pins and strong chemical smells ending with curls in a swirl around her head.
Her bangs were cut straight across the middle of her forehead.
She hated it.
She wanted long hair but her mother wouldn’t allow it.
Why do mothers do this to their children?
Her grown-up self today glances in the mirror and asks…
“Who is that woman in the mirror?”
“When did the wrinkles come and when did my hair turn silver?”
The little girl inside herself never really thought about how her face would change.
She never thought that her face would be like her grandmother’s. She for sure didn’t think about wrinkles.
Today this grownup woman listens to those younger parts of herself say:
“Wow, what happened to your face?”
“What are those lines on your face and where did they...
"In every journey or adventure, there will be the unexpected, the low points, the funky stuff that happens. This is true for travel or for life. And there are always lessons to be learned."
February is the month of love. And because of that, I decided it would be a theme of self love. And since my blog is live again, I thought I'd repost this story as this adventure taught me so much about loving myself amidst being terrified and making decisions. I also learned a lot about forgiving myself.
Three years ago my husband and I visited my son and his family in the tiny South Pacific nation of Vanuatu. We were stoked to be so close to an active volcano. The events that happened were, shall we say, a little scary?
It all started a little bit wonky, the beginning of our trip to see the live volcano on Tanna in the South Pacific island of Vanuatu.
That tropical morning we got off the plane from Efate, the main island of Vanuatu, and arrived by plane an hour later on the...