We were at the salon today because I wanted to start the new year with a clean slate Vis a vis skincare which can be nothing else but a good, hard working, breath stifling, knots opening facial. The girls there love Sassi so they were all around her. I had taken her for her first hair trim
They went all out. Curled her hair.put nail paint and nail art on her. She was totally in her element. The kid who screeches bloody murder at home when getting her hair washed, smiled like she was on morphine while her hair was washed. I’m almost convinced to invest in a salon hairwash sink for her. I’m very serious.
The lady who manages the place is sweet to talk to but I usually always felt some negative vibes.
I’ve always felt a little sad for her. Allah rehem karay we don’t know what anyone’s struggles are. So would always say a quick prayer and move along. She’s always polite but something would forever linger.
She came in and started chatting S up. First she said something to the effect that you’ve gotten so much done. I’ll charge you twice as much and I just kept countering it. By saying. Sure you can charge us three times as long as my Beti is happy. Then asked her how she feels about wasting baba’s money. I still kept countering it.
I could see Sassi stopped smiling and started shrinking into her seat as the woman started to mimic her actions and voice while she would continue beckoning her for a response each time she would say something unkind.
I was just about to intervene and ask her to stop when Sassi looked at her and went. “Doesn’t you doesn’t look too happy”
(The obsession with the word doesn’t and beginning every sentence with it is so real!)
The entire room went quiet.
She said with a sigh that will you pray for me that I’m happy? And Sassi looked away saying no. I don’t know how. They tried she would do it. I tried to remind her but she just got distracted. The lady sat for another minute and then got up and left.
I sat there in disbelief that my three year old had displayed more maturity than most people would in their lifetime.
Not only did she feel the negativity she didn’t internalise it and figured there was something wrong with the OTHER person not herself.
Who is this girl? What is God doing to me by sending me this little MOM. I say this often but today it made me realise it even further. She truly IS here to raise me and not the other way round.
Sure we had a screaming match later at home when we barely caught her trying to stick the charger wire into the switchboard but the real world issues? This girl’s otherworldly wisdom floors me every single day.
Please pray for my little jaan, she truly is out of this world and I am at a loss for words to express how I feel about her presence in my life.
It is indeed a privilege to be her mother.