…is no more. Rick gave Jamie his first haircut yesterday. Actually, he gave all three boys haircuts, but it is Jamie’s hair that I am missing dearly. It was his baby hair. It was soft. It was fine. It was blonde. It was beautiful. And now it’s gone.
I knew, of course, that it was getting too long and it needed to be cut. The rational side of me was hence completely on board with Operation Haircut. But when Jamie was sitting in the high chair out there on the grass and I heard Rick turn on those clippers, a lump formed in my throat as I held Pete on my lap. By the time I could feel tears prickling the back of my eyes, it was too late. Rick had already cut the hair off the top. There was no going back.
Afterwards, Rick asked if I wanted to save any of the hair. At first, I shook my head. But almost immediately I knew I would regret it if I didn’t. So I saved several strands of Jamie’s golden hair in a zip lock bag, which I will add to his scrapbooking box.
I know that his hair will grow back. But that’s not the point. By the time, it does grow back to this length, he will no longer be 14 months old. He will no longer be this little ‘baby.’ And it probably won’t be as fine. Or as golden.
And if you could see him now – he looks completely different. All grown up. He even started walking the very same day.
I guess, deep down, that’s why I’m sad. I feel like my baby Jamie is gone.
Instead, I have a big boy now.
And I didn’t even see it coming.
(Linking up with FYBF at Gracie’s.)
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