My Big Boy
Abraham had his 1st haircut the other day. He looks like such a big boy now.
It was sort of a last minute decision. Bella and I were “taking haircuts” one morning. That’s what Bella calls the experience and she adores the entire process – but that’s fodder for a completely different post. Abe was tagging along and getting into trouble. While we were there I asked if someone could cut his hair as well. I suppose I felt that if we all had to struggle through his destruction of the hair product display while I was getting washed, and his fascination with the flip top trash can throughout my cut, at the very least they could earn some money on him and I could take care of something I’d been putting off for weeks. He is 13 months old and his sweet blond hair was getting a bit long. Not to mention the fact that it was driving his father crazy and he was very quick to point these things out every chance he got.
They were able to work him in and his hair looks adorable. I did feel a touch of mommy guilt, however, when the lady asked if I wanted to keep a lock of hair and I declined. Then she asked if I wanted to take pictures and I declined as well. In my defense, the child was sitting in my lap for the cut and although I did have a camera in the car, it would have been way too much of a production to make that impromtu photo shoot happen. Plus, what in heaven’s name would I do with a lock of hair! I can’t even manage to get photos in albums, much less handle that kind of preservation. Despite all of that, I feel that the early morning visit to the salon was a success.
So here’s the sappy part. When I got him up from his morning nap after the appointment, I looked at his big boy hair and actually shed a tear. Ok, I know it’s just hair – but it is a big step for me somehow to see him without his baby locks. I will concede that he looks much better, but he has now officially transitioned from baby to full fledged toddler.
He is precious and I couldn’t love him more.