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Day 127: lovemore monday :: every mother counts

7 May

We’re closing in on that one day of the year that reduces my heart to both tears and sheer delight — Mother’s Day.

Last night Justin shared a song with me, called Skipping, by Eddie Vedder. The timing was perfect.

The song can be found on a Starbucks special release CD titled Every Mother Counts in support of the organization by the same name to support maternal healthcare worldwide.

(I think it might even be worth me drinking coffee again to slip into a Starbucks to buy the CD!)

I didn’t have to ask you, just took my hand
Off we went skipping throughout the land
The sky was blue and the blood filled my head
Me and you skipping throughout the land

Just this last week in Paris I had a Mama Sling moment skipping along with me while getting my hair done.

This wasn’t just any hair-do, it was an experience of a lifetime.

Debbie Phillips wrote about her amazing experience in Paris with the talented Rita Dell’Orco in The Spark yesterday, which you may read by clicking here.

I too, had the most special and incredible experience sitting before Rita and her magic scissors thanks to Debbie!

Here is my before shot:

When I arrived at Rita’s place, I brought out a photo of a haircut that I thought was fun, frilly and feminine and asked Rita if she thought it would work with my hair.

After all, I just learned my name means “LOVE” in french!  In English, Jamie, seems to always be a derivation of James, of a boy, of the masculine set. But, in French, my name feels so feminine and sing-songy and sweet.  J’aime!

I felt I needed a new cut to match.

Rita, of course, answered, “Oh, I have worked on this model before!” as she looked at the photo and, then, promptly told me this cut was a “Brigitte Bardot” look (whom Rita has also worked with as well — of course!).

Here is my attempt to take a photo while Rita was working away:

As Rita’s hands moved about my head, combing and brushing out my long locks I couldn’t help but think of my dear Mama Sling.

All of my life from beginning to end
What I remember is holding your hand
And all that I’ll cherish is that time that we’ve spent
Me and you skipping throughout the land

Mama Sling cut my hair when I was a little girl.
She was a beauty school dropout (no joke!) but that didn’t stop her from styling my long hair into braids, rolling it up in curlers and spraying it down and running a long-edged comb through it before sizing it up with scissors.

And, now, as an adult, every time I sink into a stylist’s chair I feel the hands of my dear Mama Sling all over again.

All the loves lost and the one that I found
You lifted my gaze up off of the ground
Forever we’ll talk and forever we’ll drown
In each other skipping around

There is just no other feeling than having your hair washed and combed by someone else.  It calm the nervous system. It releases the weight and pressure of gravity as you sink deeper into the chair.

Gravity pulls so many men down
The atmosphere breathes but not in this town
You took me away and you held me so proud
Skipping, skipping, skipping around

And, when Rita was finished, my heart skipped a beat.

So fun!
So feminine!
So French!

To me, it felt as if Mama Sling was right there with us, holding our hands.
Giving her little girl that she named after “love” a new lease on life.

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Could not keep me from holding your hand
When all that I wanted was something to protect
And all that I needed was your voice in my head

I had such an amazing mother, my dear Mama Sling.

And, I hold her with me everyday in everything that I do. Even, in seems, in my haircuts too.

And all I remember from this life that I lived
Is me and you skipping throughout the land

J’amie, dear Mama Sling. 
Happy Mother’s Day wherever you are.

And, on this Lovemore Monday I can certainly say….
I. Love. It.

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