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One of the more vivid-yet-ordinary memories from childhood: sitting on the living room floor in front of my mom while she dried my hair. I can tangibly recall the whoosh of the hair dryer, the tug of the brush on my tresses, the pressure of her knees against my back. I remember fussing about it now and then, but mostly it was a soothing and relaxing time of closeness.
Just this week, BB decided she likes me to blow dry her hair. And now BJ has followed her lead so that they are both asking for it as soon as they get out of the bath. I've found myself smiling about all this several times over the past few days as we sit together in the living room -- because that's where we can find an available electrical outlet! Just like at my childhood home, I guess! -- the roar of the hair dryer, the warm air, their silky hair under my hands. It's all so very warm and fuzzy, and I love the full-circle feeling of connected motherhood that I get as we are beginning our own little versions of this ritual. I hope it continues for a long time to come.
Monday, January 4, 2010
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3 comments:
that's wonderful. my kids have all enjoyed having their hair stroked in some way. s is a little tough about when i want to comb it, but that's a sensory thing for him. they also, when the boys were younger, and c now, love stroking mine. s still does from time to time.
Awww - that's so sweet!
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