|My Mom and Cohen enjoying the steel pan. This man was the most enthusiastic performer I have ever seen. It was almost child-like!|
|Colourful hair designs!|
So after 30 years I stepped back to the place where my Canadian life began. I see faces that hold pieces to my past and I feel comforted and connected. We are here to celebrate the natural black hair movement. It has been over 1 year since I stopped chemically straightening my hair. I made the decision after I found out I was pregnant with our fourth child. I said good bye to hair that would behave when it woke up and not grow into a mountain of frizz on the first wave of humidity. It has been a troublesome road going natural. As a teen and for most of my adult life I wouldn't be caught dead with frizzy (and don't even mention nappy) hair. Smooth, straight, and long were the only words I wanted associated with my hair.
|Loved seeing the beautiful braids on the little girls.|
Going back to the hood and the natural hair show I was surprised that I felt pride. I didn't care if anyone could see the unruly curls peeking out from under the smooth bits. I didn't even think about my hair that much to be honest. I was too busy admiring the locks of all the women around me. I also was grateful that I took my mother's suggestion to bring the kids. My boys were soaking in every piece of visual beauty in front of them. Where we live they are not exposed to these sites and sounds. I forgot how important it was to give their roots a home. As my almost three year old danced to the steel pan playing rasta and my older son looked wide eyed, I was filled with awe and gratitude.
|Afro-tar! The most creative hair team. (In my opinion.)|
|Loved this woman's (the one in the dress) passion and excitement for her craft!|
I was grateful that I had something to pass on. Grateful for the pride I felt in my people, my awe-inspiring friend Stephanie. Grateful for the chance to return to a place that I turned my back on. Grateful for women who take a chance even though it is not popular, it isn't comfortable and doesn't always slide graciously into the minds of others.
Thank you God for taking me back and allowing me to bring my children with me.
Join Ann Voskamp as she gives thanks!