{The Ordinary Moments} #24 'First Haircut'

Little One is so on the verge of becoming a toddler. He's taking steps by himself and is gaining in confidence with saying new sounds every day. One step which I was a little unsure about take was whether to get his hair cut. It's one of those things which for me was a big decision to make. It's something ordinary which of course most people do many many times in their lives but which is such a special moment the first time you get it done. I think my mum probably gave me my first haircut and she has kept my first lock of hair all these years. I believe I gave my younger sister her first haircut when I was 4. I wanted her curls and I had straight hair so I cut off her curls and hid them under my mum's bed. Naughtiest thing I've ever done. 

Little One was born with the most gorgeous jet black hair which then started to fall out when he was about 6 weeks old. It then grew back dark blonde and started to get quite long and unruly recently. He was even starting to get a couple of little curls at the back and I really wasn't sure about whether to get it cut or not. It's another reminder of how quickly he is growing up, another step closer to being a toddler and one further away from being a baby.

We decided to go for it and took him to a special children's hairdressers after a few friends had recommended it. The way they were so well equipped to deal with babies and young children was amazing and the staff were so friendly. 

I felt a little lump in my throat as she started to cut away at his hair which had started to resemble a lion's mane. The way his fine locks of gold hair floated to the floor made me feel a bit sad and I could feel tears pricking in my eyes. It seems so silly but I was literally watching my baby boy transform into a little boy right before me. He was quite content, watching Peppa Pig on the DVD player attached to the car and pointing curiously at the hairdresser. 

He looked so grown up and different once his hair was cut. I don't think I was fully prepared for how different it would make him look. My baby boy's face had truly transformed into the face of a cheeky little boy. The hairdresser had kindly saved a little lock of his hair, took a polaroid photo and gave him a first haircut certificate. 

I'm sure I will get better at this whole 'growing up' thing. But this was a real reminder to cherish each moment, ordinary or extraordinary because they grow up so quickly, sometimes right before your very eyes.