In the arms of a Toddler
You may or may not know, in addition to being a writer, I'm a hairstylist. Today a friend brought her boys in for haircuts, and it's my first time working on them. They've seen me maybe a handful of times, and frankly the older one (three-year-old, we'll call him Big Brother) doesn't care for me. I'm not sure why, we just don't have chemistry, I guess. As soon as I smiled at Little Brother, his face lit up and he was all grins whenever I addressed him. And of course, it made me exceedingly happy. Who doesn't get happy when a two-year-old smiles at them?
So I cut Big Brother's hair first, and he's moving around, and he's frustrated. By the time I get around to his bangs, he's crying and trying to get down despite promises of lollipops. As soon as I yank the kiddie cape off him, and hand his mom a bag of Dum-Dums to choose from, he starts to calm down.
Then comes Little Brother's turn. Needless to say, he's not thrilled, but he's taking it like a man. He wiggles around and is equally difficult to cut, but he doesn't cry. Almost does, but no tears. Well, and he kept trying to take off the cape. So when he's done, I take off the cape and get ready to hand him a sucker.
Mom is somewhere talking to Big Brother about something in a picture book while Little Brother reaches for me. I think, "Okay, kid wants to get down, obviously. No problem." So I pick him on and set him on his feet. Then he reaches for me again. I reach down and pick him up by the armpits, prepared to set him on my hip. Then he throws his arms around my neck and hugs me.
HEART
OFFICIALLY
MELTED.............
So I just let him squeeze my neck for probably a minute or two until he pulled back and I set him down again. It was so precious and I don't know what I did to deserve this kid's affection, but I loved it. Absolutely loved it. Funny thing is, I'll never know why Little Brother wanted to hug me. Maybe by some crazy intuition, he knew how badly I want a little boy of my own. Or maybe he's just a sweet kid, or maybe he was just so grateful I was finally finished torturing him. But I'll never know. Regardless, the little man made my day.
So I cut Big Brother's hair first, and he's moving around, and he's frustrated. By the time I get around to his bangs, he's crying and trying to get down despite promises of lollipops. As soon as I yank the kiddie cape off him, and hand his mom a bag of Dum-Dums to choose from, he starts to calm down.
Then comes Little Brother's turn. Needless to say, he's not thrilled, but he's taking it like a man. He wiggles around and is equally difficult to cut, but he doesn't cry. Almost does, but no tears. Well, and he kept trying to take off the cape. So when he's done, I take off the cape and get ready to hand him a sucker.
Mom is somewhere talking to Big Brother about something in a picture book while Little Brother reaches for me. I think, "Okay, kid wants to get down, obviously. No problem." So I pick him on and set him on his feet. Then he reaches for me again. I reach down and pick him up by the armpits, prepared to set him on my hip. Then he throws his arms around my neck and hugs me.
HEART
OFFICIALLY
MELTED.............
So I just let him squeeze my neck for probably a minute or two until he pulled back and I set him down again. It was so precious and I don't know what I did to deserve this kid's affection, but I loved it. Absolutely loved it. Funny thing is, I'll never know why Little Brother wanted to hug me. Maybe by some crazy intuition, he knew how badly I want a little boy of my own. Or maybe he's just a sweet kid, or maybe he was just so grateful I was finally finished torturing him. But I'll never know. Regardless, the little man made my day.
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