It happened. I cried.
I knew that this day would come…the day of the dreaded first haircut. Don’t get me wrong…nobody twisted my arm, held up a weapon to demand that I cut my cuties hair…but after Will’s ‘hair experience’ I knew that I should not be afraid to cut.
Let me tell you the long boring story. My little Munchie was due for a haircut. He is one of the happiest babies ever but lately, he’s been cutting some teeth (aka is very irritable) and his hair got long enough to tickle his ears (aka is very annoyed). When I found little scratches all over, in and behind his ears and his neck, I first checked to make sure he didn’t have a Katy Perry manicure. Then I started noticing that he would pull, move and bat at the little baby hairs.
One of the biggest regrets I had with Will is that I let it get too long before his first snip. I found myself questioning why I waited so long…putting his tolerance and patience to the test just because I wasn’t ready to let go of his baby-ness. Afterall, I am trying to raise men, right? As a parent, it’s a hard balance to know when to let go…when to let them do dangerous-stupid-adrenaline-rushing-risk-taking-testosterone-bursting stuff. It will come. I know it will. And as a mom of boys, I know that I want them to experience those things…as well as learn the lessons of responsibility and maturity and have a heart of love for others.
But I don’t want to take the ‘BOY’ out of them just because I am not ready. And that little haircut….that was the first thing in my own heart that I did…I wanted to keep Will forever my little needy baby. The truth is…He will always need me. And he will always be my baby. But putting my own desire on him when he was irritated with his Beiber locks…that was wrong on my part.
(Will @ 17 mths and Me @ age unknown)
The tradition is that we wait till the boys hair is long enough to ponytail and then we snip. Well Weston’s hair in the front was definitely not ponytail ready. Most of the time it looked like a butt-cut…which yes, cracked me up.
It had just started really growing back in and his hairline will never be one that is full and lush. Sorry bud.
But the back of his head had plenty. It is thick and full and ready for clipping.
So in true traditional form, I did end up with the world’s tiniest pony. It’s more rat tail than anything but hey…it works.
He was very excited that he got to sit in Will’s chair for this experience and let me cut till my hearts content.
It doesn’t look as red when it’s cut off than when its on his head, huh?
I learned with Will that trying to use scissors is a massive patience test….for the kid. Because apparently I am the worlds slowest hair cutter. So now I use the clippers. (for anyone wondering, this was a really inexpensive clipper set at Walmart and I used a #2 all over)
To keep him occupied, I used his favorite thing in the whole world….FOOD.
So at this point we are about five minutes into the whole process when Jeremy said…quick, one last photo….it’s about to rain! And then it did. It was like a mini downpour…right over our house. In fact, part of our front porch was still dry but the other three sides of the house were getting drenched.
I keep on telling everyone that I am shocked at how simultaneously he looks younger and older. Like I see him as a teenager but also just see him just like a little baby. And that is what got me. that’s what brought on the tears. that is what makes me realize that this thing called parenting…it’s like a haircut….you go in, hoping for the best…and you know it’s just hair…but ten seconds in…your heart is so entrenched that you wonder, is this the best decision?! am I doing ok? is this a mistake?! and then you realize…your heart is in it. you care. and you are more attached to simple little things more than you’ll ever know. And that it’s all gonna be okay…even when it’s not the outcome you expected