Friday, October 09, 2009
One little girls heart and hair, changes everything...
At some time in the last month or two, we mentioned to Carlisle that sometimes, when you get sick, your hair falls out.
Her IMMEDIATE response was, ‘Then, I can give them mine.’
Optimistic girl seemed to grasp the concept that although hair falls out, it can be replaced. And she really wanted to be a part of that somehow.
She began to talk about giving her hair ‘to a little girl that doesn’t have any’, all the time. Then Brian and I got excited about it too. Carlisle’s hair really actually is exceptional. It grows faster than anyone’s I’ve ever seen. She is THREE and has perfectly poker-straight hair, to her waist. It’s crazy.
So, after she got excited about it, she started to pray for the little girl that would receive her hair. She prayed that the little girl would start to feel better. That she would be happy to have her hair. That God would heal her.
Then, Brian dropped it on me. He said, ‘Well, you can’t have her donate her hair and you not donate yours.’
I seriously have not had short (above the middle of my back) hair in 9 years. And then before that like who-knows-how-long.
So, I told him he was crazy and that I could take Carlisle, let her donate all her hair, and me keep mine long.
But her heart, her patient prayers and her longing to give it all away...did something to me. How could I let an opportunity like this slip through my fingers. Our hair is almost the same color...maybe hair for sisters, or twins? In a way, I wish I knew who will get our hair, but that's not the real end of the story. It's just about giving it all. Without regard for details.
On our way out the door to the salon today…Carlisle asked, ‘Is the little girl going to be there?’
It stopped me dead in my tracks. Tears SPRUNG to my eyes.
Of course. She was referring to THE LITTLE GIRL. The nameless, faceless little girl she has prayed earnestly for. The recipient of her hair. A girl that she will never meet.
I said, ‘No, we will mail our hair to her’.
And that suited my sweet, sharing, long-haired, giving, 3-yr-old ...just fine.
Little sis joined the haircutting party too!