In all seriousness, I feel like a bad mom. Growing up I was not a girly girl, no makeup, no dress up, no pigtails. And here I am 26 years later with this beautiful little girl who embraces every aspect of her girliness with requests for having her piggies painted pink, bows in her hair and tapping around the house in 1 of 2 pairs of high heels I own (but have never worn). And here I am with not a clue on what to do or how to do it.

The other day I went to run a comb through her hair and it just wasn’t having it. Every turn left the comb stuck in yet another knot of curls. I’m clueless. My hair has always been straight with a slight wave yet I have this little girl with gorgeous golden curls and not a clue how to take care of them. One of these days I’m afraid someone is going to mistake her for a descendant of Einstein if I don’t learn how to control the mess.