Just wanted to say a huge, huge thank you for the lovely comments on the Hair Incident Post. You’ve all made me feel so much better — you’ve helped me sort out my own feelings and figure it all out. You so rock.
Things are better today. We were first in line at the Goobers this morning (a fancy west-end kids’ hair salon) and the girl there, after giving me a wide-eyed look of total sympathy, did her best to even things out. There are still a few bald patches and the Little Miss’ hair is OH-MY-GOD so short, but I’m getting used to it. The Goobers girl put sparkles in her hair and the Little Miss was beyond happy, so that’s all good.
As for Gal Smiley, she remains stoic even though we have banned her from the park for this week, and removed all playing-alone-upstairs privileges. At bedtime today we had a good talk in which I reassured her that although we were upset we still loved her very much, and she admitted that she had been making a secret plan to go and live with Princess Charming next door. I told her she was stuck with us, and she actually seemed a little put out but her little secret smile gave her away. Things are looking better.
So now that I am no longer crying every time I look at the Little Miss, I can move on to crying every time I look at the Captain. He’s had a system-wide reaction to some sunscreen we put on him over the weekend, and now his face is red, rashy, and puffy, his ears are beet red and twice their normal size, and he’s itchy all over his arms and legs. Perfect. He’s getting twice daily treatments with hydrocortizone but he’s still making me teary-eyed every 30 seconds or so.
Speaking of tears, last week the Captain had a field trip the Science Museum with his class at school. At the end of the day, the museum gifted each kid a very small bouncy ball. When his class emerged from the school at the end of the day, every kid pulled a bouncy ball from their pocket and started bouncing them around.
And of course, the Captain was the one kid who lost his. It bounced off a big rock and ricocheted somewhere and it was gone. He cried and searched and cried and searched and cried, poor little kid. MOM HEARTBREAK ALERT.
Of course I was near tears myself, but the real thing that got to me was the way his classmates reacted. Several were still hanging around the school yard and they all mobilized and started looking for the Captain’s ball right away. Some came over to offer words or hugs of encouragement during the crying phases. One girl actually offered to give her own ball to the Captain and although of course I had to say no, she was just so sweet and kind that I wanted to hug her, then CRY INTO HER HAIR, because I was so moved.
Kids of the Captain’s class, I love you.
Now excuse me while I crack open YET ANOTHER box of Kleenex. It’s been quite a week!