it's JUST a haircut
"it's just a haircut" I told myself as we walked into the mall
my baby's 'do had grown out of control, this was necessary
it happened instantaneously
my baby transformed before my eyes
into something familiar but not recognizable
my baby morphed into my little boy
there it was:
that lingering feeling all mother's dread
the "when did you get so big?"
that fear that you'll blink and they'll be all grown up
I always call him "my little man" but he's never felt like it until now
I sit, sad and proud at the same time
Eager for the future but wanting time to stop
Did I cherish it all enough?
Did I delight in all the giggles as much as I could have?
A quick search of my phone confirms I have most definitely captured all the moments
But will I remember them with the clarity, albeit sleep-deprived, that I have now?
Or will they fade a little, start to get hazy as each milestone, each year is surpassed?
Today I find myself staring a little longer
At this boy, MY little boy, changing before my eyes
I start to tear up but the little brute has knocked something over before they spill down onto my cheeks
He looks at me wondering if he's in trouble
No my sweet boy
I don't resist the urge to pick him up
I smell his newly short hair, kiss his chubby cheeks and am reminded
No matter how old he is, baby, boy or man
He will always be my baby
It's just a haircut after all