As I sit here in the waiting area of the hematology department there is this guy sitting a ways away from me. His hair is falling out much like all the others around me. The woman with him whom I can only assume to be his mother based on what she does.

She reaches over and is talking to him and touches his balding head much like my mom does quite frequently.

Must be a mom thing to want to touch the peach fuzz on a balding head. Like it’s supposed to be comforting