I have been thinking about your baby curls for the last few days. I can remember you taking your little fingers twirling your hair around and around them all the way up to your scalp. Once you got one of your fingers tightly stuck surrounded by hair against your head. I had to laugh as did you at the humour of the situation.
You couldn’t go to sleep unless you could touch my hair. My hair was also the playing ground for you magic twirling fingers. I loved the feeling of your fingers twirling my hair and how sweet your little baby hands looked with dimples on each knuckle.
On a trip back from visiting family in Kentucky you grew restless and began to cry. You wanted out of the car and to be home in your bed. My mother was driving with us in the backseat. I thought up a game called tickle finger. I would hold my hand up high above your head and twirl one of my fingers in the air chatting tickle finger…I’m going to tickle you right here…tickle you right there….each time tickling you some place new with one finger. To surprise you I added what whould be your favorite part of the game. When you least expected it I would quickly say in my sing song voice, “I will tickle you everywhere”. I would use all of my fingers to do just that. We played tickle finger for years and I still play it with your sisters and brother. Last summer you played it with both your sisters. I could hear you chanting the verses and the giggles that followed in your bedroom. A huge smile burst from my heart and happy tears fell from my eyes.
Your little brother is like you were. He must touch my hair or he can’t go to sleep. However, you are the only baby that twirled the hair wrapping it tight around your fingers locked against your head.
I miss you.