A Dreadful Time

My Maddie, she of the independent mind and driven spirit, decided that she wanted dreadlocks.

The sheer commitment of it made me a bit leary.  They are permanent, after all.

Still, there was a part of me that applauded Maddie all the way.

It isn't usual to have such a self-assured 9 year old, one who is confident in her

values and beliefs and hairstyles.

And, so, after a serious talk of how this may impact her life (or hair, at least), and

a proper deciding time period, Maddie took the plunge.

 

 

Figuring out sections.

 

We booked our appointment, meaning we called up friend A and told her

we were comin' avisitin. 

Sectioned and ready to roll, or twist.

 

Four hours of twisting, ripping and locking, and we were done.

Four hours and hand cramps later.  Dreaded!

 

It's looking mighty dreadful, and we wouldn't have it any other way.

 

I am very proud of Maddie for having the confidence to take such a big step

toward independence.  She knows what she wants, and she goes for it.

She has the strong personality I only wish I had.

 

She is the kind of girl who will go far in life, and it is exciting to watch her develop

into the woman she is becoming.