A nearly bald baby

by thelifesavour

Although your hair is hardly growing at all you are becoming stronger day by day and more affectionate too, grabbing me by my hair when I lean in to kiss you or whisper in your ear. It is your way of hugging. Sometimes I don’t quite manage to extract myself and leave a few hairs behind in your little determined fist. I wonder if you are secretly stockpiling these stray hairs of mine, weaving them into a wig when we aren’t looking, so that one fine morning you will say ‘Look mamma, I have hair!’