I am kneeling down, alongside my four-year-old son, helping him with his untied shoe. We are at his preschool and it is early morning. A time when mothers, fathers and teachers are bustling around us in preparation for their day. It is at this moment, that my son sticks his finger into my blonde mane, finds the parted scalp of my hair, and boisterously proclaims, “Mommy, your ‘spine’ is black - right here!” I tried not to respond but he thought I didn't hear him. So, pushing his finger around some more, he speaks much louder, “Black - very, very black mommy – right here!” I could only muster up a sweet little, “Thank you for telling me sweetie.” Without delay, I informed my stylist that my appointment, set for next week, would need to be bumped up immediately.
Lynn K.
No comments:
Post a Comment