Well lookey there...its day 65 which means I still have 300 joyous memories to think up and share. My, has time flown by. Pretty soon this semester will have flown by and next thing I know I'll be at camp. That is all very exciting but at the same time nerve wrecking. Yesterday I had a sort of panic moment when I realized I don't really know what I'm going to do with my life. Or better yet if I'm in the right place that God intended me to be. When I feel this uncertainty in my life I also feel myself pulling away from God because of fear. Fear that I will miss up and fear because I know I don't deserve the incredible plan God has for my life but by his great mercy his plan is a gift that I can't return. This has nothing to do with my memory for the day but you know with my mom gone I sometimes need to write down my thoughts and talk myself off the ledge, since that used to be my mom's job. So yeah there's that. I'm getting less sick! Today has been a pretty good day.
Memory #65
So I got some more hair stories for you...sorry if these are totally lame but I'm still a little sick and frazzled so they will have to suffice. So after I started growing out my hair, after the vicious chopping in second grade, my hair started to get long and a little cray. I was still at the age though where it was somewhat acceptable to have your mom do your hair. That being said my mom helped me with my hair all the way up until my senior year of high school...yup even at unacceptable ages my mom had to help me with my hair sometimes. Am I embarrassed? Not in the slightest. The woman was a pro. In elementary school I absolutely loved asking my mom to do my hair, my favorite style then was the classic pig tail look. My mom didn't do my hair everyday but when she did it was a huge treat, my confidence was always heightened when I got to rock the pig tail look.
Middle school took a different route, I told ya'll yesterday that for the most part I wore my hair in the slicked back and ever so awful Olive Oyl bun. Which is true but in 6th grade my mom would sometimes offer to put my hair in this super high pony tail that I could never achieve. Seriously she had magic hands, everything she did to my hair always looked a kajillion times better than anything I could fashion on my head. In fact both my 6th and 7th grade school picture feature hair styles done by mom. I don't know if I was the only kid who thought this, but I thought having my hair done by mom was the coolest thing and she never once groaned when I came into her bathroom interrupting her getting ready time to ask her to do my hair. She would just smile and pat the seat in her bathroom so that she could do my hair.
High school now I will say I was rarely asking my mom to do my hair but let me just talk about when that fish tail hype rolled into town. I remember looking up like 5 different videos over and over again to learn how to achieve this braid with no avail. I could not do this braid. I remember walking downstairs and moping on my mom's bread because obviously if I could not achieve this braid my life meant nothing (lol). So I explained how to do it to my mom and she once again pat the seat and did it on my hair...perfectly on the first try. Well since I got so many compliments on it that day I might have asked my mom multiple times to do it again, and every time she did.
Love Always,
Erin
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