I don't think any mother with a daughter enjoys the Battle of the Brush, the tug-o-war, the push and pull, the sheer terror of trying to comb/brush/style her toddler's hair. As much as I love long hair, especially on Lennon, the daily struggle, effort and tears had to finally come to an end. Too many times have I had to vice grip Lennon into a chair or onto my lap so that I could comb out boogers, applesauce, lollipops, rice, cheese, etc. So today Lennon got her first major hair cut.
I have mixed feelings about this rite of passage. I did not cry, though I wanted to at least once. I certainly did not want to be "that mom". But to see her beautiful, silky baby hair fall to the floor was a bit tragic. I felt like it was an end of an era, that I was shoving my daughter out of baby/toddlerhood. I can't help feeling like I have a big girl now, a completely different daughter. I even briefly thought: "Is my daughter now more stylish than me?" The unfortunate answer is yes. She's rocking the Suri Cruise bob in her skinny jeans and knee high, black boots. I think I may now need to up my game...
It was a fun drive home from the salon and Lennon couldn't wait to call her Mimi and spread the news of her hair cut. Of course in calling Mimi there ended up being ONE thing that was able to trump my feelings of melancholy and nostalgia brought on by Lennon's new 'do. Mimi kindly reminded me that in two very short months I will be a mother of a 3 year old. AHHHHHH!
Thanks Mom! Now I can't blame my complete lack of exercise on my carrying baby weight.
I LOVE her hair. It is beautiful long and short, of course, but what 2 (almost 3) year old wouldn't want to look like Suri Cruise?
ReplyDeleteAs for the baby weight, I didn't start consistently working out until Jaycoby was 3 1/2 and I was thinking about getting pregnant again, so you still have some time :)