"Mom, could you pleeeaaasssee curl my hair."
"Oh...Ava. Right now?"
"Yes mom, right now."
I didn't want to curl my daughter's hair.
It was 10:10. The girls were due at their last summer dance class (a six week session and at this last class they were allowed to dress up in anything they wanted) at 11 a.m. Earlier that morning, when I awoke at 7:15, I had aspirations of fixing breakfast, getting everyone dressed and being in the car driving towards Wal-Mart by 10 a.m. so that we could be efficient with our time-- we'd make it to Wal-Mart to gather a few schools supplies, Michaels if time allowed, and still promptly arrive ready to tip toe and chasse across the small studio floor on time.
Until, that is, Ava caught sight of my curing iron and visions of delicately spiraled tendrils passed through her mind.
If I don't curl the girls hair we might still make it to at least one store before dance class.
The thought ran briefly through my mind and then the realization that Ava is going off to kindergarten in 3 1/2 weeks, and that the last 5 years have already passed in a flurry, and that she would feel incredibly special if I spent 5 minutes curing her hair. I stopped and asked myself the question I often ask in these situations...
"Lisa, 5, 10, 15 years from now, if you were to think back to this day, will you remember rushing out the door to buy school and craft supplies or will you remember pausing to curl your daughter's hair?"
I'm sure you can guess how I answered that question.
"Absolutely babe. Get over here."
"I want my hair curled too!!!!" her sister hollered from the hallway.
And so we stood in our tattered, incomplete bathroom, the one with primer and two different colors of yellow paint splashed on the wall five months ago and never looked at again and I curled the girls hair. It wasn't super professional grade curling (I'm not that great at all the fancy girl hair stuff!), but there were a lot of oohs and ahhs and then some picture posing to complete the moment.
We made it to dance in tutus and curled hair to boot...We never made it to Wal-Mart, but the school supplies will be there another day.
And such is the day to day life of motherhood-- laying aside our expectations to more fully engage in the moments that our children beckon us into. Admittedly moments we are grateful for when all is said and done.
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P.S. Also, thank you to those who have been praying for my 4 month old niece Cordelia. We would love your continued prayers. Surgery is being scheduled for next Tuesday the 14th. If they do not receive a donated liver by then my sister in law will undergo surgery to donate part of her own liver. My brother, sister in law and niece NEED your prayers.
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