Guess Who Got Their First Haircut?
Trim it gently please,
And let me comb it one more time.
Before you give a first haircut,
To this little one of mine.
So soft and baby fine,
Her hair is in my hand.
How much of this growing up,
Can a mommy stand?
I know it may seem silly,
To get teary over hair.
But it's just a symbol of
The first haircut. I put it off for as long as I could stand. But, the day finally came.
It always does. Doesn't it? We push back, hold on longer, and wish it away, but they grow-up anyway. This I know for sure.
They must experience the "firsts," whether I want them to or not. This one might have been the hardest yet. This is quite possibly the last first haircut this family will have. I was slightly heartbroken. More then slightly.
I sat there brave and poised, trying to focus on the "being still" part more then the cutting part. I hid behind the long black lens of my camera with a golf ball size rock in my throat. There was a moment where I wanted to call it all to halt. But I didn't. I chose to embrace the moment and be ever so thankful that I have seen this moment three times over; with three beautiful, healthy girls.
I chose to see the joy in her big brown eyes as she watched herself in the over-sized mirror.
I chose to laugh at her expression when she tasted the sour apple sucker.
I cackled out loud when Man tried to help out with his phone and she nose dived toward it.
I chose not to make her pose, because I am choosing to see her through a mother's eyes...exactly as she is. Happy. Strong. Loveable. Feisty. Strong-willed. Amazing. Beautiful. Perfect.
And while this may be the last of this first, I am so thankful it's not the last first.
Savor it. A "first" only happens once.