* the last photos taken of my son and his long luscious hair
Just in case you are new here, before you go on, please read my original post, SPEECHLESS, to get exactly where I am coming from, deep, deep in my soul.
I once had a little boy, who had long spiral curl surfer-ish hair.
It was amazing. I loved it. I cherished it.
And then my mom cut it all off when I went on vacation. I was devastated. It grew back, and then my husband chopped his bangs. To the scalp. And I was devastated once more. See, I kind of hung onto the notion that my little angel baby was "different," a little "hipster,"... maybe sorta could live on the beach in San Diego. So I kept it long. I refused to trim it. I didn't want a "normal" little boy hairstyle and I was just hanging on...however his hair didn't curl anymore, it kind of frizzed out and if I didn't brush it in the morning, he looked a little homeless.
So finally, just yesterday, after looking at him longingly from the breakfast bar, I said to myself "Raven, let your fantasies go. It was once curly, it is no more, and now it just looks like one big hot mess." And I decided right then and there, today would be the day he got his hair cut. However, it would be on my terms.
Before we headed to the hairdresser, we had a little fun with the 'do.
and then one salon photoshoot...
and what are we left with?
We are left with this.
A little boy grown-up hairstyle that makes his mommy cry.
The kind of tears only an episode of Grey's Anatomy could produce.
He's growing up. He's getting older. I can now see his neck.
And for that reason alone, I am speechless.
Speechless because my youngest little angel baby is growing up.
I'm so happy, yet I'm so sad.