All the Love in a Headband

I was taking my little princess to the doctor. My gorgeous sunshine who smiles at the world and charms everyone she meets. We were heading to a medical appointment that would determine whether my baby would need a brace, a cast, surgery… The prospects terrified me. The future was too daunting to even think about. I couldn’t go there. So, I didn’t.

I had bigger things to take care of. Chany needed a headband for the trip. Now this was a real dilemma. Which color? The white one was too big, the pink too small, and the others didn’t look right. White bow on pink headband? Pink bow on white headband? There were so many decisions to make.

My husband was all ready to go, but I couldn’t leave the house. Chany wasn’t wearing her headband! Finally, we were sitting in the car. Chany cooed and giggled. I couldn’t look her in the eye as I thought of where we were headed.

But then I saw I didn’t have to. What mother lets her daughter’s headband fall off? I adjusted the bow. She threw up. I could deal with that. It would be okay. I just had to tuck her hair into her headband, and all would be fine.