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.
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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.
