When I was a little girl, my mom always did my hair, She'd either braid it, or throw it up in a bun. Especially in the Summer because it was too hot to wear down. I remember standing in the bathroom of our apartment as she braided my hair. She was slightly taller than me, but not by much. I can remember storming out a few times when she was finished because she had left "bumps," which basically meant that my hair wasn't slicked flat to my head and at 7 years old, that drove me nuts. Why? I still have no idea.
Eventually, I outgrew the "bumps," and my mom stopped doing my hair. Now at almost 22, I can't help but reminisce on those times as a little girl.
I asked my mom to braid my hair this morning. She took her time, as she wove her fingers through the strands, over and over again. She kept telling me she was trying to get out all of the bumps, and I couldn't help but smile as it brought me back to being 7 years old again.
I hold onto these small moments with my mom. It reminds me that no matter how much time passes, or how old I get, my mom will always be there; if only to braid my hair and remind me that I'm still her little girl.
OMG Melanie, I love you sooo much, I remember those days. I'm so proud of the woman you are and have become. You will always be my little girl even when I'm gray and old. Love you Mel bel. ..
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