As I held my baby boy in my arms, tears were rolling down my face when Dad leaned in with the scissors.
Some may say that tears at a time like this are silly. Even Mr. L. wanted to know what was going on in my head and why it made me sad.
When Casey was born, I knew he would be my last baby. As he has grown, I have not gotten super emotional over all the ‘firsts’ or ‘lasts’ that are happening. You know the “last baby to have a bottle or nurse.” The last time one of kids will take first steps. Those kind of things. I rather enjoy my kids growing up and gaining the ability to do things on their own. Especially bath time. I don’t enjoy bathing my kids. Don’t know why, but I never have! One of my favorite moments in their childhood was the day my daughter could get her own juice out of the fridge. I’m all for independence. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy “every minute of it, because it goes by fast.” (This being the standard advice from sweet old ladies in the grocery store.)
But for some reason, the haircuts get me every time and with every baby. And this one was hard. As I wrap those curls around my finger I think “This hair was here the day you were born.” The memories that return as I think of those clips of hair now safely stashed in bags and envelopes in a baby box bring tears to my eyes. The waiting, the hoping, the prayers, the love, the happiness and the pain that each of my babies brought to me and reached a pinnacle on the day they were born is burned in my mind and my emotions are raw when it comes to these thoughts. The hair at the tips seems to be the only “baby” thing left from that day as they grow and are no longer babies.
I think every parents has one thing or one moment that can bring them to tears when they think of their child. (Well, I’d like to think that….it would make me feel better if I wasn’t the only one crying over this!) For me it is the hair.
And now Casey is no longer Party in the Back, Business in the Front. He is ALL Business.