What do you think about when brushing your hair?
As with a lot of things, I think about Morgan.
With Trevor working evenings, during the week the kids came here after school. We did homework, had dinner, cleaned up and they'd get their baths to get pjs on. (Her drawer with clothes remains untouched.) A bath included washing their hair. Of course Trey just pulled his hand over his hair and he was 'combed'. Morgan had to detangle. She had brushes in her bathroom but as often as not she'd wind up getting mine. I didn't care until the next morning when I was rushing to get ready for work and my hairbrush was missing. I'd get aggravated of course. On the days she came here before school I'd tell her next time she needed to put it back. Then in my terrible singing voice would sing the VeggieTales "Where is my hairbrush" song. She'd glare at me or roll her eyes.
This morning that song was in my head as I got ready. I was smiling and told her I would give anything to have her leave my hairbrush somewhere again. If I'd only known what was coming, I wouldn't have complained.
As we go into this Mother's day weekend, my heart breaks for Mandy all over again. Morgan may have been Daddy's girl, but she was just as much a Momma's girl. She would be glued to Mandy when she got in from work. I know Mandy misses the snuggles they'd have stretched out on the couch. Morgan would literally lay on Mandy to get close enough.
In your day-to-day struggles when you find yourself getting aggravated over a mess or a misplaced item, take a breath and smile. You've just made a memory. Appreciate it.
Make some memories today. Even if you don't lose a baby like we did, they are growing up so fast you'll find yourself missing them just as much all too soon!
Happy Mother's Day Everyone!
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