To My frizzy Hair with Love

" Good morning frizz!

I think about you all the time. All kinds of evil thoughts come to my mind about you. You're so hard, so difficult to deal with that after I finish combing you I feel like I have run the marathon. Please forgive me for making fun of you, but isn't that a progress I made?

For in the past I was ashamed of you, I hated you, I wanted you to vanish, to change, and to leave me alone. I didn't ever think I will look at you one day, and laugh as hard as I could. Laugh in joy because I accept you even when you're out of control.

I have discovered that you're like me. You're a difficult child with a purpose. You're like the kid who's living inside me and marches for her freedom every single morning causing me the same headache that a difficult child causes his ignorant mum.

But some mums know better. I know better too. Such mums know that a difficult child is still a child. She's so fragile in the inside. She still wants love, and a shoulder to carry her. She still wants the hugs and the kisses. She still believes that play time is a "time" borrowed from heaven, and homework time is a time 'stolen from hell.

I have read this prayer:

God Grant Me The Serenity

To Accept The Things I Cannot Change

Courage To Change The Things I Can

And The Wisdom To Know The Difference

It's called the serenity prayer. I have decided to be serene when you're out of control. To love, nurture, and respect you like me difficult child.

and you've got to know, that by all means you can stop being difficult any time.

Love.

Me"