Today the boy had his first haircut. It’s something I have put off for far too long. I just knew that moment those little soft curls were gone that last little bit of baby that was left would be gone forever. Much to my surprise it wasn’t nearly as traumatic as I had imagined it would be. Probably because I built it up so much in my head it turned out to be very anti-climactic. He just looks so stinkin cute I couldn’t be sad. I am so proud of both of us. Not one tear was shed, not one scream was uttered…except for when he had to give back the bottle of product he was given to hold during his cut. When asked to give it back he obeyed by screaming and hurling it across the room. As if to say, “You didn’t think it was going to be that easy…did you, mom?” At the end of the day only a very tiny piece of my heart aches just a little bit when I look at my sweet little boy…and see just that…a little boy.
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