When I was a kid I used to spend loads of time doing my Mum’s hair. Not in a to-be-seen-in-public way but rather as a child using all my clips and ribbons and brushes to bring the ‘salon’ to the sitting room! Mum’s hair was short, and I still managed to get about five pony tails and have twentyfive clips going every direction.
Every morning before school, like so many other mothers, my mum used to do my hair. It was a pretty ardous process as my hair is pretty curly and for years I brushed (or should I say Mum brushed) it to within an inch of its life! I used to insist that it had no ‘bumps’ which for a pre-GHD age was a tall order.
It really is the little things that make you realise what a Mum can mean.