I’m not sure what got into me today, but sometime between
breakfast and the mid-morning snack, I decided it was time to bid
Andrew’s baby curls goodbye. I was going to wait for his second
birthday, as had been the tradition with his brothers, but
for some reason, as I studied Andrew’s curly mullet/mad scientist
hair-do this morning, I realized it was time to let my baby grow up.
It took me a while to find the clippers-- plenty of time to change
my mind. Yesterday I had debated whether to cut those precious curls
at all, but today I was resolute. I plopped my baby on a stool,
handed him a mirror, and took up the scissors.
My big boy sat still on his perch, watching me carefully as I
snipped away at his infancy, piling his golden curls on the counter
in front of him. He never cried. Somehow, I didn’t either.
Now I see a big boy looking back at me, but he will always be my baby.
I still remember my eldest's first "real" haircut. His face now (at age 20!) looks the same to me as it did then.
ReplyDeleteJust darling! And very well done on the home cut!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Cutting it at home cut out so much of the normal first haircut stress. My kids don't like strangers, and they really don't like strangers with scissors. I wish I'd done it myself with my other two.
DeleteAwww, he looks so cute! I cut my boys' hair too. The little one is quite wiggly and that often gives his hairstyles a little bit of an "edge" if you know what I mean but he's still cute...
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