“Beauty is not in the face;
beauty is a light in the heart.
– summer of 1972
I sat in the middle of the kitchen with quiet anticipation as Mommy got the comb and bobby pins. Today I was going to get bubbles put in my hair. I wondered if I would have the long ringlets down the side of my face too, they looked so pretty.
As Mommy took the comb to my hair, it suddenly got tangled in a snag; “Ouch” I wailed. “Be quiet!” Mommy yelled as she snapped the comb at me. I cringed.
With each snag, my whelps got louder and Mommy’s patience grew thin. “Stay still!” she hollered as she swung the comb once again.
I froze in the chair as the sting of the plastic lingered.
As I wiped away the tears that rolled down my face, I felt another sudden shake, “I said stay still!” Mommy screamed.
I sucked in the sobs and endured the torture my long hair had brought upon me. I wondered if all the movie stars had to go through this for their beautiful hair.
As Mommy put in the last bobby pin, and announced she was done, she handed me the mirror. As I looked, I saw the reflection of a little girl with red swollen eyes and face.
I saw beautiful bubbles adorning the top of my head but I saw no ringlets. Quietly I looked up, smiled, and said, “oh, the bubbles are pretty Mommy, thank you”.