Heidi April 9th, 2008
As many of you noticed in yesterday’s post, Bubbers was sporting some downright darling little curls at the nape of his neck.
Both Charming and I have curl to our hair, so it’s really fun for me to see it showing up in our sweet boy.
But I have to admit, while I think it’s just adorable–it does give our masculine Bubbers king a strong hint of femininity that wasn’t there before and brings discomfort to my heart to think he may be mistaken for a girl.
So I thought that maybe, possibly, at some point in time I should give him a haircut.
And then my mother heart started to ache.
I can’t give him a haircut! I thought with sadness. He’s not even a year old, yet!
And if I give him a haircut, that means he’s growing up.
And if he’s growing up, that means he’s not a baby anymore.
[Holy smokes! I’m getting all choked up just writing this…..]
So, I put it off and I put it off, until I knew I couldn’t put it off anymore.
And one day I decided, Today is the day.
I am going to cut Bubbers’ hair after his morning nap.
So, I planned it all out and got it all ready.
And then I made the best decision ever.
Instead of laying Bubbers down in his crib for his morning nap, I held him in my arms while he laid his dear head against my shoulder.
And I walked around his darkened room, gently patting his sweet little back and humming the “I love you Bubbers, oh yes I do” song.
[Oh boy, the tear factory’s in full swing now…..]
And his little body completely relaxed and his precious breaths became regular and peaceful.
Then I sat in the rocker and held my little boy close as he slept.
And I remembered all those times he used to sleep in my arms as a newborn. Those times I never thought would end.
And I smiled and pressed my cheek against his dear head. He was my baby again. Safe in my loving arms.
After thirty minutes, he woke up and looked at me. We smiled at each other and I felt so close to him.
Then I nursed him and his little eyes closed and he fell asleep again.
I looked down at his long eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks and his small hand holding tightly to my thumb.
And I was content.