A Sense of Humor

Makes all the difference in the world!

My daughter, Shantel, has the most remarkable sense of humor and I thank God everyday for her ability to see the lighter side of life.

Being bi-racial, Shantel has beautiful hair. Just curly enough to look like what many woman pay big bucks to achieve but not so curly that she can’t manage it. She got her hair relaxed for a while but after realizing how damaging it was to her hair she stopped relaxing it and just has it flat ironed from time to time. She spends hours, and hours, and I couldn’t even begin to tell you how much money on her hair and hair products. She just recently started getting highlights put in her hair. I think it looks nice, but I really prefer her natural, un-tampered with, color.. But, I’m just mom and what do I know…? Anyway, Shantel is due to have her highlights re-done in two weeks, and she asked me if I would mind taking her for her hair appointment on a Saturday. I told her I would be happy to take her. Next, she asked me if I would mind taking her to the “YES” store after her hair appointment to buy more hair products. I agreed to that as well. Then, she started smiling and said “I really don’t like going into that “YES” store after I get my hair done because everyone in there always wants to come over and look at and touch my hair and it makes me feel like a cheeseburger in Somalia! I laughed and thought what a crack-up she is!

It’s raining here today in beautiful Arizona but that won’t stop Shantel from wearing her high heel shoes to school. As she was walking around the house this morning, getting ready for school, I noticed her leaning forward somewhat as she walked. I looked at her feet and noticed her toes were sticking out of her open toe high heel shoes. Not only were they sticking out of the high heels, they were actually beyond the edge of the shoe and touching the floor. I asked Shantel if those high heels hurt her feet and without missing a beat, she said ” yes, the shoes do hurt but I just deal with it, it’s what everyone has to do”. Oh, I remember day’s in Corporate America like that but I always had a back-up pair of comfortable shoes in my car, just in case…:)

When I take Shantel to school in the mornings, I walk sighted guide with her through the parking lot and get her to the Student Center that she uses as a landmark to help her find her bearings to manage her route to her classes. Once we get to the Student Center, she says good-bye and I leave to go about my day…but, for some reason, this morning, when I was about halfway to my car, I turned around to look at Shantel and noticed she had somehow missed her mark to begin her route to her first class and she was now turned in the wrong direction and actually walking in circles. I watched her for a few minutes to see if she would correct herself but when she didn’t, I started back to go help her. My heart ached for her and my eyes filled with tears as I watched her fumbling to find her way. Then, all of a sudden, she found her mark, corrected herself, and went on her way….as I turned to leave, again, for some reason, all I could think of was “cheeseburgers in Somalia” and through my tears, I smiled as I thought about what a strong, beautiful, young woman she has become!

This is my beautiful, precious, Shantel, in her high heel shoes

And this is Shantel’s beautiful, expensive, hair… P.S she actually said I could post these pictures…!

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. gotham girl
    Aug 29, 2012 @ 02:58:56

    Beautiful post! What an inspiration she is! xoxo to you all!


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