Curly Girlie's

As any mother does before the birth of her children, she prays for their heatlth. She prays for a healthy baby with 10 fingers and 10 toes. She prays for a baby with 2 eyes, a nose, and a mouth positioned exactly where they should be on a sweet baby face. She prays for ears that hear and a voice that resonates sound.

Like any mother, I too, prayed for all of these things and thankfully, my prayers were answered. There was only one wish I had that was not completely fulfilled....

I hoped that I would have at least one girl with Shirley Temple curls. The kind that spring back into place after being pulled taught. The kind that bounce up and down like a yo-yo in play. The kind that are impossible to brush out without tears unless a leave-in conditioner has been applied. The kind that all girls complain about when they get into grade school because they want stick-straight hair like all of their friends.

Nope...not one of my three girls were genetically wired to have Shirley Temple curls. Until recently, I thought my dream of curls would be impossible. Because chances of having a fourth girl with curls when I already have three without, seems very slim. AND...the chances of having anymore children at all--is ZERO!!!

I recently remembered that my mom used to put "pink curlers," as I called them, in my hair as a little girl, because I too, wasn't genetically wired to have Shirley Temple curls. I would sleep on about 10-20 lumps all night, and wake up with beautiful, bouncing curls.

And so, I have passed this onto my girls.

Let me introduce you to my Shirley Temple Curlie Girlie's.