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The Morning Hair Ritual Was Like An Evil Wand Wreaking Havoc Over Our House

The Morning Hair Ritual Was Like An Evil Wand Wreaking Havoc Over Our House

Call out to all parents: It’s not your fault it’s the brushes

I never quite understood the dramas parents reported over hair brushing. My husband and I, with our two short-haired boys, found it all a bit puzzling. I mean, it’s just a hairbrush and a head of hair what’s the big deal? In 2009 we were lucky enough to be blessed with our longed-for daughter. I imagined dressing my daughter up in pretty dresses, ribbons in her hair, playing with fairies, tea parties… my list and the distorted dream went on.

My daughter Lucy introduced to my reality. Her reality. Quite different from my Disney inspired fantasies. No dresses, no ribbons, no invite to tea parties with dolls and teddies, and fun with the fairies. Instead, we got a vibrant, cartwheeling, energy bundle that wants to do whatever her big brothers are doing. Our amazing daughter is a lot of fun. And then school started and with it came the dreaded hairbrush that waved itself like an evil wand wreaking havoc over each and every school morning. Between 7.45 am and 8.15 am Monday to Friday, we had tantrums, we had yelling, we had chasey around the house. My two boys looked on in bewilderment as Lucy fought like a baby tiger. My husband and I tried being gentle, tried being firm, we tried encouragement, we tried out and out bribes. As the months wore on, the morning Hair Ritual was the hot potato we each tried to give to the other to take on.

Thinking there must be a solution we emptied our wallets at chemists, hairdressers, supermarkets. We ended up poorer but no wiser. Convinced that we were doing something wrong, I spoke to other mums looking for advice and help. Instead what I found was that I was only one of many to experience this war on hair. Everybody sympathised, however, no one had a solution. I realised then that this wasn’t my husband’s or my fault. This wasn’t Lucy’s fault. This had to be the brush’s fault.

 

 

 

So we began the business of searching for a brush that would deliver on its promise. 12 months later.. after much trial and error, we found the brush that produced peaceful brushing with no tantrums, no chasey around the house. My husband and I didn’t have to cajole the other to brush Lucy’s hair, neither of us minded because Lucy now loved having her hair brushed!  Needless to say, we were quick to share this with other hair stressed parents.


Now we have a community of parents who share with us the joys of peaceful brushing. Lucy still doesn’t wear dresses, but these days I can do a rocking ponytail.

 

2 comments

  • I can relate for sure. Great story

    Jason
  • Awesome write up 😍
    My girls luv theirs ❤️

    Erika Hancock

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2 comments

  • I can relate for sure. Great story

    Jason
  • Awesome write up 😍
    My girls luv theirs ❤️

    Erika Hancock
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