It seems like just yesterday when Miss C.'s mama was a little girl. I used to hold the bobby pins her own mama would use to pin up her braids in elaborate designs before school each day.
Years later, here I am in Miss C.'s room. I'm dented and worn, and the bobby pins have been replaced with colorful pony elastics and bright little clips. But each morning holds the same, love-filled routine with Miss C.'s mama taking the time to brush and braid her hair just like her mama did all those years ago.