As my daughter waited by the school curb at pick up on Tuesday, I could see the knots in her beautiful thick hair. We've both known they were there for a while. We didn't have the energy to take care of them. Tuesday night was the night. When she showered, she would use extra conditioner and a brush to start the process. As this was discussed on the way home from school, there were tears, from us both. After her shower, I sat on her bed. Her favorite music playing. Brush in hand. More than once she begged me to "just cut them out Mommy."
More than once I contemplated it. For the next hour she pleaded with me why it would be easier to just cut them out, all while continuing to brush and tug. I shared with her that just that morning Mom had climbed up a canyon I never thought I could. How the entire way I was telling myself I'll never make it. I could be napping, watching my favorite mindless tv show, reading a book or having coffee with a friend. How I made myself continue to put one foot in front of the other. Soon enough, I was focused on how that flower has the audacity to grow right out of that rock. How the birds continue to sing, no matter what is going on in a cancer center or in Washington DC. How the snow melt off is starting to create new pathways of water. I looked up and there was the pond of water. I made it.
Before we knew it, her hair was smooth as silk. "Mommy, I did it!" Her back a little more straight. We gave each other a high five for the canyon we hiked and the knots we got rid of.
"Great works are performed not by strength but by perseverance." Samuel Johnson