mama cutting oog hair with sharp stone.
oog: "mama, shorter on side."
mama: "mama KNOW. sit still."
oog sit still. mama hand on oog head. tilting. turning. precise.
oog close eyes.
strange thing happen. oog is big now. almost man. hunt. carry. provide. but mama hand on head and suddenly oog is four again. small. safe. the whole world is just mama hand and the sound of stone against hair.
mama: "done. look."
oog look in river reflection. fine. good.
but that not the part oog will remember.
oog will remember the hand. how it hold oog head like it still the most important thing mama ever made. how mama tilt oog chin like she adjusting something precious. not hair. the whole boy.
you can be big enough to carry a cave on your back and still be small enough to need your mama hand on your head.
those two things live in same body. and that okay.
love, oog