1st Haircut

My son is 16 1/2 months, and he got his first haircut yesterday. Yes, folks, he was bald for quite some time. He still doesn't have a ton of hair, but it was enough to drive Mommy crazy when it was sticking up in all directions. No amount of Mommy-spit would get it to lie down. Thus, the haircut.

He did amazingly well. Hillary, my hairstylist, put him in a booster seat but did not restrain him. She had little handheld video games to distract him, as well as hairburshes. The boy LOVES hairbrushes. He let her snip away, never questioning what she was doing. I cheered him on for doing such a good job, which in turn got odd looks from him thinking "What? I'm just sitting here." When she was finished, I saw that my baby had vanished, and in his place was a little boy.

I was so impressed with myself for not crying. I didn't even get teary eyed. But alas, I celebrated too quickly. While I was rocking my little one to sleep that night, the tears fell like rain. I couldn't believe I was holding a little boy in my lap. My baby was gone.

But I'm okay now. I know that it is time to move on. There are bigger and better things to come.

Last night I mourned the loss of my baby. This morning I rejoiced in the gain of my little boy.