Today, as I traveled down the memory lane, I remembered when I was getting Shahdi dressed for her second birthday party, before the arrival of our guests. She was standing on her white changing table while I was putting her party clothes on her: a black over-the-knee flowing skirt with a matching black top which had subtle silver dots and a small black bow in the middle of the chest. I then put her black tights and the black patent leather shoes on her. Subsequently, we got to the last part which always was her least favorite: her hair! Due to the fact that she was a very active child with curly hair, it sometimes was hard to comb through her thick curly hair.
She probably would not have complained much if I had just put a headband on her but, no, I had plans to put her hair into a high bun (something she mastered years later as a ballet dancer). My poor Shahdi had no choice but to endure the painful chignon process! My little stubborn opinionated active girl did try to escape many times by trying to climb down the changing table as I was in the middle of pulling her hair into a chignon!! Of course, mothers usually win at that age but my little Shahdi did put up a good resistance along the way!
She probably would not have complained much if I had just put a headband on her but, no, I had plans to put her hair into a high bun (something she mastered years later as a ballet dancer). My poor Shahdi had no choice but to endure the painful chignon process! My little stubborn opinionated active girl did try to escape many times by trying to climb down the changing table as I was in the middle of pulling her hair into a chignon!! Of course, mothers usually win at that age but my little Shahdi did put up a good resistance along the way!
I remember so clearly how cute she looked after she was dressed. I remember I stole a few kisses from her chubby rosy cheeks before finally putting her down on the floor. As soon as her feet touched the ground, the bubbly happy Shahdi immediately ran towards the family-room to see what was going on and to start her birthday celebration. Soon afterwards the guests started pouring in, and Shahdi, as always, got many compliments on her looks and her hair! I wish I had a 'pensieve', like the one Dumbledore had in Harry Potter, into which I could dive in multiple times a day to relive my life's happy memories with Shahdi, Arman and the others. Apart from having Shahdi back amongst us, a pensieve would have been the next best thing in dealing with grief and longing to see her because every time I would miss Shahdi, I could pick a memory and relive the whole event in the pensieve.
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