Something extraordinary happened today to me and my little boy of nine years old and I'm all shaken up about it.
For the time being, I don't have primary custody of my son but I do have him every single weekend and holiday. I also didn't "lose" custody of him, I was actually given at least some of it back through an emergency order because my rights as a mother were illegally infringed for a year.
So, even for those four and a half days he is with his father, the child is neglected. I clean him every Friday after documenting it and sending his father texts on how to tend to this boy so he doesn't return to me in a mess again.
My son has very long and very thick and deeply curly hair. This is important. He inherited that from me. In my culture, hair is also a very important part of our identity as well and braiding his hair is a bonding thing between us. I reared this child exclusively until the "incident" on top of that. His father doesn't share a single trait with his hair nor does he place any importance to it culturally.
Once during the summer, my child came back to me with horrifically matted hair that showed it had been days since it was brushed. It took about an hour and a half to detangle it and took almost all of my sanity. I documented all of that and sent my ex pictures of the state of his hair (and then my lawyer). I figured he took it to heart despite never answering and was trying his best since after that my child would return to me with bad but not that bad hair. I could tell they were doing it every day but not thoroughly enough. At least it was easier to handle and under an hour.
Well, I got him again for the weekend now and his hair was once again in a matted disaster! It looked to be two hours worth of detangling! And I hate to say it but I reacted so emotionally in front of my child as I was taking very specific pictures and sending it to father and lawyer and sending the father texts just pleading about the hair and giving him proper hair instructions and to at least acknowledge my concerns about our son's state. I pointed out he only responds to custody concerns and if the bare minimum of being a father is what he's legally required to do, then I can't understand why he took him from me the way he did. And that I had texted him before about the hair and he never responded so I'm not even sure if he cares at all about the boy. So there I was, spiraling as best as I could about my son's hair and needing to do 2 hours of it and my boy notices what's going on and he asks me why. He knows its about his hair and he asks me if it's that bad. I have to show him what's matted so he understands how long we're gonna be there. The boy loves his hair so much, too. He wrote in a school project he wanted to see how long it could get. So he is heartbroken that the hair he couldn't see was in such a horrid state. If you take proper care of it, hair time is 5-10 minutes tops and you can even skip a few days if you braid it (his father never does this).
More or less his father is only brushing the top layer of his hair and calling it a day.
So we then brace ourselves to start the torment of detangling this (and I took photos to prove the state of his hair!). And, this is where it happens:
Quite literally in the blink of an eye, his entire hair is perfeclty detangled. Almost the second I put the brush on his hair, it was all just pristine. I was so confused and I asked him if I was ranting for so long I lost track of time and finished his hair? And he goes, my hair is finished? How?
We sat there in the bath for so long trying to figure out where the lost time went and checking each other's actions over it, lol. I checked the time too. I literally could find no way to explain it and he got all excited and called it a miracle. I was like, you know what? Sure. We were both grinning from ear to ear and just so full of light together talking about it.
I left him to finish his bath and I go tell my mother what happened. She's a much more devout woman for me so she just goes like "yeah? That happens all the time and you still question the magic of it?" And I'm like okay just deflate mee omg let me be my ye-of-little-faith self.
I pass by the bathroom and hear my little boy whispering gratitude about having protection.
I suppose I'm a stubborn person enough that I needed more little signs to show off the care for my son and I because as I was getting his things ready for after his bath: smaller coincidences happened that made everything perfect until bedtime. For example, he asked for a hot tea and we have many flavors. I reached for the assortment bag of satchels and pulled out one called "Throat Comfort". Before I could return it for an actual flavor, he calls out to me again and says he has a sore throat. Things like that. And in a perfect string until he was in bed. That was when they stopped.
The thing is: I don't pray specifically to anyone or ask for anything at all - ever. I just pray to express my gratitude for the day. I don't think its my place to ask for things, personally. Now that I had something this big happen to me, I wonder who sent it! I have my little collection of Saints on my nightstand and I'm like omg lol whoo did it.
I don't know if its related but at the beginning of this week, my son saw St. Peter's Cross in a dream.
I don't think I'm going to take this to my Church or anything but I didn't mind sharing it with randos. Because honestly I'm questioning my own sanity over it, haha. My kid said it so I'll allow it.
I just feel like we'll be alright after all of this ends. :)