Yesterday I took my baby to the hairdresser and came back with a little boy. I had been putting off getting the monsters first hair cut for months because, I’ll admit, I loved his blonde curls (a novelty to this dark straight-haired mum) and I knew once they were cut off they would be gone forever. The thought of asking him to sit still for half an hour while a stranger wielded scissors at his head was a little daunting too. I shouldn’t have worried, he was perfect. Sitting still and charming the girls with his cheeky smirk.
As for me, I cuddled him tight while the hairdresser snipped with lightning pace and the blonde curls floated to the floor. And as I watched the transformation in front of me I felt sad that my baby was growing up. And he is. All the time. The haircut has just rudely forced me to realise this and I’m not sure that I’m ready. *sniff*
When did you first get your baby’s hair cut? Was it an emotional day for you or am I just a bit crazy like that?