Happy Birthday Mama

My mom braids my hair like she’s fighting a war. By the end of it it, I have kicked and screamed from my hair being pulled so taut, my eyes go a little bit chingky. But it stays there the whole day, and wakes you right up. I often ask her to do it when I need to focus or not mind myself at all. I asked her to do it today too. I guess, for intention. My mother is rarely lazy and is a busybody. If, when my mom braids my hair, her energy transfers—I would do great. 

Lately, I look at my mom the way I looked at harry potter when it was in it’s sixth movie. I just want to spend a lot of time with my mom and make her feel good to have had a daughter like me. I really wish her a long life. I really do. And a comfortable life too. 

01.24.2018