Growing up, most children are tasked with cleaning the kitchen, bathroom, or mopping the floors as chores, but not me. My mother added a little sprinkle to my lists of responsibilities. I was responsible for ensuring that my sisters hair was braided.
That's where it began for me. In the dining room, in a small townhouse, in a quaint community in the suburbs. Eventually, that chore turned into a small business for me at the age of 13. I booked clients and serviced them at the dining room table. I continued on this journey throughout college.
To be honest, I never pictured myself where I am today, braiding. As a child, I didn't see the value in the chore my mother tasked me with, and with time I grew to dislike it. In fact, it wasn't until I hit rock bottom that I even got back to styling full time, and it was by mistake.
I had a failed business venture, a new baby, I had quit my teaching job in Baltimore City and my bank account was dwindling. I styled my cousins hair and posted a video of it on Instagram and I have been booked from that day on.
When I think about my journey and where I am now, I know I'm right where I am supposed to be, braiding. Braiding comes natural to me. It doesn't feel like work. Although this may sound cliche, I am the happiest I have ever been in my career. I want to create opportunities for other artists. I want to teach. I want to create an atmosphere where women want to come and relax and be catered to. I want to provide an experience.
Thanks Mom, I didn't see the value in it then, but I appreciate you so much for it now.