I have found that the first two years of life are so full of firsts and I have loved and cherished every single of them. They are all special for their own reasons.
First solid foods.
First time sleeping through the night.
Well Scarlett recently had a first haircut. I was excited because she was going to have healthy hair and something fresh.
I didn’t get nostalgic and weepy that she was going to lose her curls. That she was going to get her haircut, I love getting my haircut.
To be honest, her hair was starting to look a little unkept.
I called and made an appointment at Lizzy Lee and Me, where they specialize in cutting kids hair. They were absolutely fantastic. Very patient. Ever so accommodating. Lots of toys to play with and hold while she was getting her haircut. Scarlett got to pick a movie to watch while getting her hair done (of course she picked Dora). I was very impressed with the stylist, the amount that kids move around, and yet there haircut comes out looking great.
Scarlett sat there like a big girl. Her cape (which she loved) stayed on the whole time. I think she thought she was a superhero or a princess. She was so proud sitting there, kept telling her Dad and I, “I’m getting my haircut”. She said it with such pride and always with a smile.
It wasn’t until the stylist was done and smiling and said “Mama, look! Mama Look! I got my haircut.” That I had to fight back the tears and that gushing Mum moment. I didn’t expect to be so emotional. I don’t think this emotional moment had anything to do with me being pregnant. She looked at me and she wasn’t a baby anymore, she is a big girl. Scarlett looked so much older, she looked grown up.
It wasn’t the fact that it was her first haircut, I just saw her growing up a little. As a Mum, I see her everyday, so I don’t notice that she is getting taller or that she holds her fork a little differently. I don’t notice how long her hair is getting because I see her everyday. I didn’t notice the little things, how well she can say bottle now, it’s not buba anymore. But when I saw her with her new hairstyle, I saw it all.
I saw a little girl growing up. I saw a soon to be big sister. I saw person who knows how to put on her shoes, can clean up her books, can melt my heart with four little words, “I love you Mommy.”
All because of a haircut, I can’t call her a baby anymore, because she’s not. Yes, she is only 2 but she is such a grown up for 2.
When did you realize that your little one wasn’t a little baby anymore? Were there tears? Or giggles?