Lillian’s little Lamb.

I was still assisting and shampooing clients. It was the mid 80’s. Lillian and I liked each other and connected on a level much deeper than the norm. She was a divorced woman in her 40’s with 2 boys. We shared a spiritual if not a religious belief system that made us always have something in common to talk about when she came into the salon. I forget the exact reason she was going through a sad patch in her life. Maybe her divorce, or how her kids were taking it, but she was feeling the pressures of life weighing down on her and a sense of being “lost”. She told me a story of how her younger son felt her sadness and wanted to do something to cheer her up and gave her a little statue he was able to buy for her. Probably a few bucks from his allowance. She took it out of her bag and it was a little statue of a lamb. She felt it was a sign that everything would be ok because to her it wasn’t as simple as a toy statue of a lamb. It was the lamb of God. Protecting her and her kids. As she told me this story, tears welled in my eyes and I felt the joy that she did. It was beautiful. I never will forget that feeling of assurance that she felt from the small gesture from her child.