I’m not much for blow drying my hair. I’m a wash and go kinda person. My hair does look a lot better when I blow dry it, but my appearance has never been a top priority for me. Obviously.
I love blow drying the girls’ hair though. I always ask to dry it and love combing through the golden brown straight hair, scrunching up the dark brown curls or lately, straightening those dark brown curls. It is a great time of pampering and showing love through the power of touch. The girls tend to say no though. They hate me playing with their hair, or so it seems. When I am allowed to dry their hair I am so happy and could stand there forever brushing, combing and just being with my girl.
The other day I was at my mom’s house. She put some color over these strange gray hairs that keep appearing along my scalp. After I had rinsed my hair, mom said “Let me blow dry your hair.” My first reaction was to say no, I wasn’t going to bother with it. Then her look of Please put me in my place.
She is my mom. She gets enjoyment from me. Gray haired, thirty-six year old me gives her happiness, just as my girls make me so happy when I can pamper them a bit. Wow. What a lovely, humbling thought.
What makes this even sweeter is that my mom was able to raise her arms to handle a blow dryer. Just a few months ago, her illness made it impossible to hold up a dryer for even a few minutes at a time. She is doing so much better now. I am so blessed to have my mom as I am reaching the age where others around me are losing parents. A scary, horrifying thing that I cannot even think about.
So yes mom, you may blow dry my hair anytime you wish. And if my kids are reading this, which I know isn’t likely to happen, please know that it is so much more than blow drying your hair.
