I had this conversation with Curly Girl last night:
CG (who had worn her hair down for the day, and we had spent a lot of time outside): Did you notice my hair today, Mom, when it was blowing in the wind?
Me: I noticed it looked very pretty.
CG: And straight
Me: well, yeah, because your hair is so long (it is now past her rear), it is heavy and pulls the curls out. And you brushed it a lot this morning, which is good.
CG: Well, yeah, but straight hair is beautiful. That's why I brushed the curls out.
Me - feeling a bit concerned: Don't you think curly hair is beautiful?
CG - picking up on the fact that she might have offended me - Mom, I like you, but I want my hair straight and beautiful.
CG: I LIKE YOU, but I want my hair STRAIGHT to be beautiful. Straight hair is beautiful.
Me: Curly hair can be beautiful too. It doesn't have to be crazy and wild like mine usually is.
CG: Your hair is fine. I want mine straight and beautiful.
Me with a sigh: Well, that is fine. But remember, what truly makes you beautiful is your personality, your attitude and how you treat people. God looks at your heart, not your hair. You know that, right?
CG: Yes, I know. (sighing herself like its an old lesson). But I still want my hair straight and beautiful.
Her braid was done, so she ran off at that point, leaving me, honestly, a little sad. And thinking maybe we should hack a foot of hair off her head so it would curl again and she could see it is beautiful that way too. But I made a deal with her that if she brushed it and didn't cry when I fixed it, she wouldn't have to cut it. And she has honored that deal spectacularly, so I will too.
Maybe we just need to watch Brave again.