A Little Moment

I went over to spend time with my nieces and nephew the other night so their parents could go to parent-teacher conferences.

The littlest, who is 4, wanted to wait to take her bath and wash her hair after I was there. She has beautiful, silky, long dark hair, which needs to be dried after she takes her bath before bed.

It has been years, actually decades, since I have dried anyone’s hair with a blow dryer. We have a hair dryer, but it is used by random guests, never by anyone who lives in our home.

But the littlest peanut sat down on the floor between my knees and trusted me to use a brush and blow dryer to groom her hair.

After I realized she doesn’t have a sensitive head like two of our kiddos, so I didn’t have to agonize over causing her pain, it was such a soothing, sweet, loving snippet of time to spend with her. She was working on a puzzle and telling me little stories while I brushed and dried her hair. It was just lovely.

Bless her heart that she trusted me and gave me this insight into a very different night time ritual than our own. I love that little one.