These pictures were taken one week apart,
on Thanksgiving last Thursday and this evening.
Today is the day that I mark as the end of being a mother of infants. That chapter of my life has closed and the page has turned as my fourth and final son embarks on into toddlerhood. I saw it happen before my eyes as the tiny sparse little curls fell into the folds of Daddy D's jeans as he held him for his first haircut.
Little curls of fine, whispery thin hair that had been on his head when he entered into this world fifteen months ago. The twist on the ends of otherwise straight hair that would wiggle and twist at the slightest breeze, or whoosh up as he learned to run from the living room to the playroom.
In just a few moments our friend Erin, who has a salon up the road from us, snipped away the last remnants of the infant that was. He looked rather ominously at the scissors at first, but did not yelp or scream. Curious glances back at the scissors and movements to get away from their sharp cutting sounds were all that he put forth. Occasionally pulling his head back and staring into the eyes of his father. Eyebrows and forehead furrowed, searching for the explanation of why and what was happening. Eyes squeezed closed and lips pursed as she brushed away the little hairs that remained scattered about when she was finished. And it was done.
I gathered the precious curls, placing them in an envelope and sealing it closed. Labeled in my rather sloppy handwriting with his name and today's date. I will put it in my keepsake box until the day comes where I print out the pictures and commemorate today in his scrapbook. My baby looking like a little boy for the first time. Complete with the true sign of toddlerhood, a big bruise on his forehead from where he fell into my bed last night as he lost his footing with his sometimes still unsure little feet. Safe in the pages of the scrapbook, sandwiched between his second Thanksgiving and Christmas, will be this day. The day he began to look like a little boy. And I said goodbye to babies.
Little curls of fine, whispery thin hair that had been on his head when he entered into this world fifteen months ago. The twist on the ends of otherwise straight hair that would wiggle and twist at the slightest breeze, or whoosh up as he learned to run from the living room to the playroom.
In just a few moments our friend Erin, who has a salon up the road from us, snipped away the last remnants of the infant that was. He looked rather ominously at the scissors at first, but did not yelp or scream. Curious glances back at the scissors and movements to get away from their sharp cutting sounds were all that he put forth. Occasionally pulling his head back and staring into the eyes of his father. Eyebrows and forehead furrowed, searching for the explanation of why and what was happening. Eyes squeezed closed and lips pursed as she brushed away the little hairs that remained scattered about when she was finished. And it was done.
I gathered the precious curls, placing them in an envelope and sealing it closed. Labeled in my rather sloppy handwriting with his name and today's date. I will put it in my keepsake box until the day comes where I print out the pictures and commemorate today in his scrapbook. My baby looking like a little boy for the first time. Complete with the true sign of toddlerhood, a big bruise on his forehead from where he fell into my bed last night as he lost his footing with his sometimes still unsure little feet. Safe in the pages of the scrapbook, sandwiched between his second Thanksgiving and Christmas, will be this day. The day he began to look like a little boy. And I said goodbye to babies.
3 comments:
Cute! He looks like such a big boy with his hair cut!
Oh, your post made my heart hurt! I remember going through the EXACT thing with my youngest - who had lovely blond curls. The only one of my boys with lovely, blond curls! (sigh) Your pictures are so poignant - the baby looking at his father's face is my favorite!
He looks so cute with his new haircut! -Victoria from MBC Follow Me Club
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