I have never had too much vanity regarding my hair. When I was a kid, I repetitively got a buzz cut – my mom’s solution if I wouldn’t comb it.
I recently got it buzzed again, to the surprise of most of the community. “But why?” you ask.
As I have mentioned in a few other blog posts here recently, my mom almost died in late June. They needed to do 2 brain operations on her so she could survive. After which, she had only patches of hair.
The rest of us were sitting around organizing who would visit her at different hours, and dad blurts out an idea: “Why don’t we all shave our heads when they shave the little that is left of mom’s hair?” Before he finished, he could see that there were no objections. Even my three sisters said yes.
When we all walked in, you had to see how mom’s face lit up. How we can do so much to help others in the little things.