I know Mac is growing up. I hear his vocabulary expanding, I see his awareness of his surroundings grow, I watch him move and gesture in ways he never could have months ago. I even fight the urge to reason with him when he shakes his head no - he's growing, but he's not an adult, after all.
I say all this to prove I'm not in total denial that his "baby" stage is behind us.
I am, however, dragging my heels on one tangible act of letting go: cutting his hair. He's 15 a half months old and his hair has yet to be cut.
Thankfully, Mac had hair from day one - not much at first, but it has filled in considerably, especially in the back. (He's experiencing a little male pattern baldness up top, but it's pretty adorable.)
Mac's hair has grown in a way that made it look cut; it lay neatly across the back of his neck, growing in a straight line and shaping nicely around his ears. It looked for months as though he'd already paid a visit to the barber.
If I perform the patented Mac-tastic combover and brush his hair up and to the side, it sweeps everything back into business-like order. These days even that looks a bit unkempt.
It might be time to face the music and take Mac in for a trim. Does his combover vaguely resemble Donald Trump's, albeit slightly less icky?
I just need one last vestige of infancy, Macky. And considering your response (shaking your head no and laughing) when I asked for a kiss today, I think your uncut hair might be all I have.
Off to the barber we go? Or maybe I'll hold out just a little longer...
How old were you at your first haircut? And have you held out on your baby's the way I have?
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