I am white. My oldest son is black. We adopted him four and a half years ago and I still have no clue what I am doing in the hair department.
With a son you can cheat. Nate has sported one of three different hair styles, all by my hand...
the Samuel L. Jackson (bald or really short)
the Mr. T (or "fro-hawk"...couldn't find a good recent pic of Nate, but this one is pretty awesome)
and the Kevin Young (afro)
Okay, so he hasn't exactly reached Kevin Young status, but he spent all winter trying to get there.
I have kinda let Nathan do what he wants with his hair. I want him to embrace the things about him that are unique and his hair is an easy one. And for the first time this year, he decided that he really wanted to try and grow it out. Which of course meant that I finally had to learn a little bit about caring for his black curls.
I began to Google things, finding websites like Chocolate Hair/Vanilla Care. I asked for the name of the black barber a couple of moms I know with black sons in my area use. I tapped on the shoulders of random African American workers and patrons in Target, near the hair care supplies, and just pointblank asked them what I should buy. I even talked to the man helping me at Lowes with some lumber, who had some amazing dreads, about what I should do.
I've always joked that I don't want to have someone look at my black son and just assume that his parents are white by his pitiful hair care. So I have chosen the route of no shame when it comes to asking about Nate's hair.
BUT...his hair takes time and I was planning on cutting it for the summer and he was already going outside to play and coming in with an insane amount of dirt and other things (I'll get to that part) stuck in there, so I decided it was time...
Of course, what you don't see is the moment before the "during" shot, when we discovered a TICK sticking out of his head!! Are you kidding me?! So so gross and so so glad I had decided the fro must go. And let me tell you, it will be on its way out next year before any springtime outdoor playing occurs.
ANYWAY, so all that to say that I still have so much to learn. And if God does bless us with another daughter someday...well, now then I will really have a post on hair to write!!