Dear precious child who wears my hair,
Those locks may not seem like much, but there is life in my hair. I am not just giving you a wig to cover your beautiful bare scalp; I am giving you memories to have as your own. Many moments you may not have experienced in your little sick world of medicine and hospital stays.
You are officially a part of me, and I am a part of you. Therefore, you behold the life I lived and the part of me that remembers. I take on your suffering and your suffocating existence of illness. We have a bond, through this gift. This piece of me holds all the days I lived for the past few years. And as I relinquish it to you, I in turn, embrace your young and innocent heart and bear your burden too. I want to give you life, most of all. So I pray you can experience it through my hair. And I will hold onto the hope that you too, will have these moments soon for yourself, and live the life you were meant to live…
My sun soaked locks have spent countless days outside in the fresh air.
They have witnessed beautiful radiant beams of light and laughter, at parks and playgrounds and sporting events.
There may be dirt engrained in the strands from trails of landscape and creeks that I have walked.
You may feel gritty sand from beaches and perhaps taste salt from the sea.
The smoky smell may linger from bonfires and cookouts, fireworks and parties.
Please forgive the pungent sting of chlorine, but take in the swell of excitement going down the spiraling water slide for endless hours at the pool.
There may be glitter left from costumes donned on Halloween nights, and smell of pine from Christmas trees to confetti thrown on New Year’s Eve.
Perhaps exhaust still permeates these strands, from traveling near and far.
There’s sure to be leftover perfume spray from festive formal affairs.
The pungent odor of animals from safaris may remind you of wildlife I was blessed to see.
And you may delight in the greasy sweet aroma of cotton candy and funnel cakes from the hot summer fairs.
The smelly sweat may linger too, mixed with humid air.
Please forgive the gray shimmers that whisper my age, consider them to be new-found wisdom that has grown through the years!
So much life soaked into every strand. Is now yours… relive those days in your precious heart as best you can, until your time comes. And all I wish for you, is that YOU will experience these moments too.
I will always have you in my heart and on my mind, wondering how you look and wondering how you shine…
Oh sweet one, I will pray for you each time I comb my hair.
Ten inches shorter now, those locks no longer there.
Those grays you see, will forever be
The hope that you’ll grow old.
You’ll then not need these locks from me-
You’ll live more life to hold…
But if He calls you home too soon,
His Loving Light You’ll See.
Heaven’s Gates just couldn’t wait.
To finally set you free…
God counts the hairs on my head, and now He counts yours too.
And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Matthew 10:30
God is with you, precious one.
And so am I.