I thought I –and my daughter A as well- were way too old for this.
I remember it as if it was just yesterday, the first time my daughter came home with a letter from school, asking me (a parent in general) to check my child, as lice have been spotted on one of the heads in class. She must have been 4 or 5 years old when I first went –feeling desperate- to my local pharmacist asking for products to treat my child from lice, and when he told me There you go! This is the first but not the last time I sell you this, he explained to me that having lice is like getting stung by a mosquito : they get to you or they don’t… and never just once.
I didn’t realise that I would get from bad to worse when, at the age of 6, I send her to another school. And in case you are prejudiced (like many) that farmers kids or people in the country have lice more often then kids in the city I can now prove you wrong. I changed her from a local town school to a school in the centre of Gent. Where she –and the other 2 classes of her grade- shared the room with one part of triplets, who (as we soon found out) had lice all the time… 365 days a year, year after year. And these 3 girls –one in each class, there was no escaping from them- were, alphabetically, seated next to my daughter.
Of course, in a situation like this all chemicals –in case you were considering to use them- are useless : just like diseases become immune to antibiotics, lice get immune to chemicals. So when you (as mom) put the horrible chemicals on your daughter freshly washed hair, telling the 6 year old to hold her breath and not inhale the poisen, leaving the skin completely irritated, the hair completely broken and ruined, and, the lice : alive! you put your hands in your (already itching) hair and scream out loud (SOL). Really loud! And you do it again (SOL, I mean), 3 weeks later, when you, after being sure she has been clean for all this time (which you know because you have been checking her, twice a week, for 45 minutes, each time), find another living creature on her head.
Time and time again I went, just like many other moms, to talk to the headmaster, but law says that you can’t accuse a child (or his mom) from having lice, and (although we –the moms- have offered several times) it is forbidden to check the kids in school. Even if everybody knows where the lice come from, there is not much you can do about it.
After a while I (together with other moms) were calling one of the best schools in Ghent, a lice school. If the education hadn’t been that good I (and others) would certainly have changed school.
And we did, but only after 6 years. When she went to secondary school she changed. For a while it looked like one of the triplets would be changing to the same school, but in the end they didn’t. The lice problem was completely over. It had felt like an ever lasting nightmare, but now it was over….
So when my A. came home a few weeks ago, telling me her head was itching I told her to use less conditioner and to rinse better. When one week later I saw her scratch her head at the typical lice zones (back of head and behind the ears) we caught each others eyes and said ohno! At the same time and I checked her. Phew… false alarm. But when she came home the next week saying she saw a louse fall out or her head we both knew it had come way too far. She, at the age of 16, had the little monsters in her hair again.
It is but when we installed ourselves in my office, under the halogen desk light, hair neatly washed and with conditioner abundantly applied, armed with comb, lice comb and a magnifying glass that I realised why I hadn’t seen them before : I just cant see these tiny microscopically things without these stupid reading glasses! I am definitely getting too old for this.
Fortunately, all things aren’t as bad as 10 years ago. A. is very patient, does not cry, sits still during the 45 minutes I need to get through her hair, half a cm by half a cm, while getting all lice and nits out of her hair by hand : her hair is so thin that the lice comb doesn’t really work and all hope that it would have grown thicker over the years was gone after I combed 50 times over a louse and it was still at its same place-.
I immediately wrote an email to school and 4 days later I got an answer saying they had informed the San. But more then a week, and 5 check ups of A’s hair later there was still no news from the san.
I contacted an Argentine friend-mom who told me not to worry, this is after all, Argentina! Basically she said that I am on my own and advised me what chemical to use.
That is when –to me- it all turned into a –literally- nightmare. Counting the days (well its bit less then 2 years) she has left in this school, of checking my daughter on lice as nobody else seems to be doing it. One of the reasons why I loved Argentina so much was the fact that friends are friends, they come over when they want, they stay when they want, they sleep over wherever and whenever : with 2 in a single bed, another 2 on a matrass (and I have absolutely no idea where the rest sleeps). This has now turned –for me- into thinking about lice crawling from one head to the other, nicely over the sheets ; or they just go from one head into the other, when the girls hug and kiss like they constantly do ; when they switch clothes and hair accessories; I think about chaos in the schools dressing room when they have sports 4 times a week and all I see is… Every time I take my brush I wonder if she has used it.
But now I must go, I must go and scratch my head, because only the thought of it…. Just like I am quite sure that all of my readers are now scratching their heads. That must be the magical imagination.
I guess I need to welcome myself into Argentina. Again.