Today I had Christopher give me a buzz cut. Just to stop my hair from hurting. My first reaction was "I don't look like Demi Moore". haha. Not sure what I look like. A Monk maybe. At least my head does not feel like someone is pulling my hair. It was a memory flashback, of when my mother use to wash my hair. I gave her such a hard time, mainly because of the pain. I think she washed my hair like washing clothes on a scrub board. I guess none of this is funny. I always had a problem with anyone touching my head. Fear it would hurt...who would have thunk it? That here I am in this situation, in my life. Let this be my prayer. Forgiveness for the Fear and the Anguish.
Buddhamomma
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