Oh Shellyville,

Do you ever wake up playing the game 20 questions? You know, you have to ask your child 20 questions as to why they don't want to got to school?

It never occurred to me that is was her hair! Nope, I asked about school, friends, boys, tests and if she got kicked off the bus...Nope.

No, those glistening tears rolling down her porcelain cheeks was all about her hair.

And so it begins, this stage of self-doubt and insecurities. I was so sad for her and I tried to be supportive, but after 20 minutes...You kinda lose it.

She missed the bus and dad had to drive her to school.

Personally, I am not ready for this kind of behavior. I get it. I understand that we want to look our best, but really...She is only 11, I know almost 12. I asked her so many questions...gosh forbid she has a serious issue, I am gonna be all over her.

I suppose it's hopeless to ask God to grant her an easy adolescence! No, she will have to endure the growing pains of being a girl. Dang we can never catch a break!

Love,
Michelle
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