Hi Linda, I hope you don’t mind me suggesting this, but I want to save your daughter what I went through with my hair. I’m biracial (half black/ half white), and for most of my life my hair was relaxed. So for nearly my entire life I had no idea what my own hair looked like. It was broken, short, stiff, crunchy, and singled me out in the Caucasian school, neighborhood and family I was with (I was living with my white dad at the time).  I thought my hair was mutant hair because it acted so differently from the girls around me who could swing their hair over their shoulders and not worry about getting it wet, while I had a head covered in scabs from the chemcials. My hair seemed to be a symbol for how I was different, how I didn’t fit in.  It took me about 30 years to learn to love my hair as it grows naturally from my head, and it’s the best gift I could have given myself. I never wanted anyone else to ever go through what I did, so I put up a site to help parents just like you (and to hopefully save kids from going through what I did with my hair). If you are interested, the site is TightlyCurly.com.