Clumsily, she climbs up onto the chair.

I carefully gather up little wisps of white blond hair into tiny tails.

She sits so still, waiting for the magic words.

“All done!”

Her head pops up and, gazing into the mirror, she exclaims “Pretty Hair! Pretty Hair!”

I pinch myself and realize that this is real. I am a mom of a sweet baby doll who loves me to play with her hair.