Today I put pigtails in Gabby’s hair.
That may not be a big deal to anyone else, but to me? It was a HUGE deal.
As a young girl, I would dream of what it would be like to do my future daughter’s hair. I loved braiding hair and became quite good at it. I used to tell people “My daughter will have the most beautiful hair all of the time!”
Then, I had 2 boys. People would ask us if we were going to try for a girl. In the back of my mind, I’d think maybe, but I’d always respond with “No! We are done having kids. Besides, I don’t want t girl! They’re too much trouble. The years went by and we decided we didn’t want anymore children.
Two was MORE than enough.
Little did I know that one night, the rhythm method that I had relied on and trusted for so many years would fail us and we’d end up with the little girl I never thought I’d have.
And today, my husband held that little girl in his arms as I parted and twisted her hair. As soon as I put the first rubberband on, I felt the tears filling my eyes.
“I feel so dumb, but I’m TOTALLY CRYING!” I said to my husband.
“It’s ok. She’s your girl, she’s beautiful.”
I just stood there crying and laughing and saying “OH my GOD, she’s precious! LOOK AT HER PIGTAILS! MY DAUGHTER HAS PIGTAILS!”
Maybe that makes me a “little psycho”. A little “too emotional”, a little “too cheesy.”
But it also makes me a mother who is very much in love with the daughter she never thought she’d have and how those silly little pigtails reminded this woman of her childhood dreams of a little girl with pigtails, and how that dream came true when she least expected it.