Many a mother-to-be has guarded her baby bump from unwanted hands stretched out to rub that expectant belly. I will admit that I, too, have had the urge, but refrained until I had permission. Feeling the movement of a new little life inside a swollen belly is fascinating as well as miraculous. I’m sure there must be a shirt that says, “Don’t touch!”
It’s not just baby bumps that get rubbed, but also bald heads. I have a good reason for liking to rub bald heads. My granddad had a bald head, well, except for an occasional wild hair that stood up straight. When I was a teeny little kid, my granddad told me if I rubbed his bald head, it would make his hair grow. I believed him. I could walk in the room, come up behind him, rub his head, and he’d say, “Hullo Sheri.” Every time I visited him, I rubbed his head – even until his dying day.
Now I don’t suggest that you walk up to a random stranger and rub their belly or their bald head. Do you want someone to rub yours?
