Jealousy

On the way back from Brisbane today there was a cute little nine or ten year old doting over her mother.

Mum had long hair and kiddie poos was brushing and grooming and plaiting her hair.

I have fairly long hair and was watching and getting jealous. I wanted and needed the same grooming the mum was getting. And then I thought hang on, me am old man, she am little girl, other she am mum. Not right.

Until I looked around the carriage and watched three or four women with lots of hair with the same longing and hoping look on their face.

Little kid you really do do wonders for your your mum. She might never ever tell you that you do wonders, but everyone in that train carriage reckons you are a marvel.