At the ripe old age of 3, The Diva has noticed that she looks different than her friends at school. The other night when I was helping her get ready for bed, The Diva said, "I want to cut my hair, so I can look like W, E, and L. W and E are boys at daycare, and L is a 2 year old girl. They all have short straight hair. I told The Diva that her hair was beautiful the way it was, and part of what makes the world so special is that everyone is different. People have all different skin colors (just like Diva, Mommy, and Daddy do), and people have all kinds of hair. I told her again that her hair was so beautiful. To which she replied, "Yes, and if I cut my beautiful hair, it will cry." The truth is if she cut her beautiful hair, not only would it cry, but so would I. My mom got The Diva a great book for her birthday called I Love My Hair. We read it often, and it really is a great book that celebrates hair like The Diva's. The conversation made me sad, because I have a feeling it is the first of many we will have. Sometimes it will be The Diva noticing her differences, and we will also have to deal with other's pointing them out to her. From day one we have been trying to instill self-confidence and self-love in our Diva, but it breaks my heart to think about her ever being put down, or feeling bad about the things that make her our beautiful, sweet, amazing blessing of a girl. And I know I am biased, but I happen to think her hair is quite fabulous!