This morning there was a Gemilas Chesed sisterhood meeting. I joined the sisterhood 2 months ago, but this was the first meeting I was able to attend. This was also the first meeting that several new women in our community attended as well.After the official meeting, there was a brunch and some socializing. One of the new community members remarked to me that her 4-year old son told her that he wants to come over to my house. Well, actually, what he said was along the lines of, "I want to go to the house of the lady with the holes in her headband." The mother admitted that she had no idea who in the world her son was talking about. But then she saw me, and my headband, on Shabbos. You see, since I can't comb my hair on Shabbos, my main hope to look presentable (unless my hair is freshly permed) is to slap on a headbead. I have a set now where I have two black and one clear headband with circular holes in them.
I responded demurely, "It is so interesting to hear how children designate people."; but inside I was beaming. Here this little boy didn't label me as the "black lady" but as "the lady with the holes in her headband". Adults many times his age could learn so much from him...if they only knew.


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