One of my boys has a habit of twisting a lock of his hair absentmindedly when he is tired or thinking intently.
I think it’s adorable.
Another mother and I were at the playground this weekend and she remarked that her daughter does the same thing. And then she went a step further, saying confidently, “She used to twist my hair the same way when we cuddled. Did your boy?”
But only because I didn’t have any hair for him to twist.
Stupid cancer. I was minding my own business, just enjoying watching my kids play and talking to another mom, and there you are again. The elephant in the room. The buttinski, the interrupter, the drunk guy at the cocktail party, leaning unwelcomely on your shoulder and making things unpleasant.
Really. I just want to hang out with my friends sometimes, ya know?
It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know. So I just smiled, answered noncommittedly, and changed the subject.