Sometimes the "little" things in life become the really big stuff. Like haircuts, for example. My son was badly in need of a hair cut and I had to wait longer than was comfortable for him, just to get in with one particular woman who happens to be skilled at cutting the hair of special needs kids. She can weave and dodge and float like a butterfly around Liberty and get that kid's hair looking great. Though there is much screaming involved (the poor tike always thinks he is being held down for yet another blood test), she always has a smile for him and is very kind and soothing. I told her today she is "GOLD." She doesn't really understand the impact she has in this mom's life. Our afternoon went rather smoothly because of her. There was no apologizing or sweating, or exhaustion upon returning home. I just sat Lib on my lap and his shorn hair covered both of us. We got up, he changed into a fresh shirt I brought and we're back home in two seconds like we never missed a beat (she is just down the street!).
No, she will never fully understand, but she is an ANGEL in my book.
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Oh how is wish she was right near us! She is an angel.
Beautiful. I'm sure Libety looks smashing!
Now THAT is a prized possesion! We long ago had to start cutting hair at home; we've come a long way but we would give it up in a heart beat if we had your "GOLD".
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