Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Look at my little man (pre-first haircut). Noah has the most beautiful hair, don't ya think? Well, I think so. Perhaps I say this because I am bias. He is my progeny, after all. But his hair, with it's shiny, golden hue and soft, wispy curls just makes my mommy heart melt. Alas, I knew this was to be short lived. But to my credit, I did hold on as long as I could... just like any loving, slightly obsessive mother would. Noah's hair had gotten wild and unruly. And it was getting so long that he was beginning to look like an extra for the theater production of "Hair". So, I sucked it up and made an appointment for Noah's first haircut. My baby boy was about to hit a big boy milestone. Noah is easily distracted and entertained, so I booked his appointment at Kidz Kutz- specifically designed with children in mind. Appointment day came. Upon arrival, we checked in and looked around the place. They had seats in the shapes of cars, trucks, and airplanes- perfect! We chose the first one we came to, a Noah sized plane, and he was content with our choice. His stylist threw a cape around his tiny neck, misted his hair and began to snip. As she made her way to the back of his head, where the most precious and prized curls were, my eyes began to well... I figured Noah would be the one to cry or pitch a fit. Alas, I was the one who ended up spilling the tears. Yes, mommy had a small meltdown. That beautiful, golden tendril that I twirled around my finger while we watched Nickelodeon together, fell to the floor in one quick snip of the scissors. GONE. And gone with that lock of hair was my baby boy. But in an unexpected, happy twist, my now "big boy" Noah with his big boy hair cut, was looking back at me in the mirror with those huge, baby blue saucers of his and smiling a big toothy grin that would make the most hardened soul melt. He's growing up way too fast. I wish I could stop time, if only for a little while, so I could truly enjoy every moment without getting caught up in the day to day business of everyday life. I do hate how busy things get... laundry, housework, cooking meals, appointments, shopping, and now I can even add blogging to that list. It's a neverending, vicious cycle of things to do. (sigh) I do treasure all of the moments that I am so lucky and blessed to have with my son, though. I don't take any of those moments, no matter how mundane or insignificant they may appear, for granted. Not for a single second. Childhood is such a precious and fleeting thing. And I am thankful to God everyday that I was chosen to be a mom. To be Noah's mom. My cup runneth over...