Today when I was dropping my daughter off at school, I heard one of the other kids call her “Sunshine.”
“How sweet!” I thought, and all day ruminated on how wonderful it was that her classmates recognized her sunny disposition.
When I picked her up after school, I asked her about it.
“Who named you that?”
“One of the kids”
“Why do they call you that?”
“Because of my hair.”
She gives me a gap-toothed smile, and points to her head.
Though we had cut her bangs (at her request) a few months ago, Selam mostly wears her hair pushed back in a headband. As the day rolls on, the short hairs begin to stick up in a halo around her head–like the rays of the sun…
“Oh, wow, baby, does that hurt your feelings?”
“Not really. Sunshine is a much prettier name than doo-doo head.”