Sunday, September 16, 2012
We recently celebrated my son's first birthday on August 30, 2012. I never knew how much work a second child would add and I must admit it has certainly overwhelmed me at times. I don't know HOW mothers with more than two do it. I get exhausted just thinking about it. Regardless of the sleepless nights and the never-ending workload I consider myself to be one of the luckiest moms around.
With my son's first birthday came one of the most heartbreaking milestones, his first haircut. Let me explain, my son was born with a FULL head of hair which has grown longer and thicker into an afro during his first year, which I LOVED. His father, not so much. So our compromise was that he would get a haircut, NOT a head shave, on his first birthday.
After a few tears, (mostly from me), I felt like his first haircut was a huge success. And I thought about why it was such an emotional moment for me and I realized that it wasn't because he was losing his hair, it was because I felt like I was losing my baby. Sniff. Sniff. When it's all said and done I have to admit he does look rather handsome.