Change

Yesterday we took Brooklyn to have his hair cut for the first time.  We took him and placed him into the same little red car that his brother sat in some four years ago, and watched as our little baby became a little boy... Seeing that Brooklyn was born with a full head of hair, I had waited as long as I possibly could to cut his beautiful locks.... I love Brooklyn's hair.  It is a piece of who he is.  I love it's wild and happy nature, I love the sweet curls around his face and against the back of his neck.   I love his all day bed head and I could not have done anything about it any sooner than I did.  You see, having an older son, I have already been through this, and I know what happens after you cut your child's hair for the first time... I know that after that first hair cut, your baby doesn't look so young anymore.  I know that those precious little curls often times don't grow back and that this one haircut leads to many, many others... I know that in a split second, your baby becomes a child, with an opinion and a preference in life... I know that children grow up quickly, too quickly in my opinion, and that before too long you find yourself having conversations with your child about the quirkiest of things... Why red is such a beautiful color and debating why apple juice is in fact the greatest juice of all... I know that after that first haircut, there is no turning back... This child is going to continue growing and changing, and that the little bag of baby hair that you take home with you that day is going to be one of the only reminders that you will have of the sweetness and purity of your baby... His first year of life... The hair that he was born with, God given,mother loved... Brooklyn loves his haircut, he is a proud, big boy and can clearly see the world around him, without tendrils of brown hair falling in front of his face... I will miss the hair, I will miss the smallness of my baby boy... I know where this is headed but I don't think I will ever be ready for the change...