Four is a good number. Do you know why? Because that’s how many kids I have. And, it’s how many kids I’ll have tomorrow . . . and the next day . . . and the next day . . . and forever. I love my four kids, and I think our family is perfect.
But, I am having a really hard time letting go of the baby stage. I love little babies. I love the cuddling and sweetness and the sitting still. Not one of my kids knows how to do that anymore. Seriously, what is wrong with them? Poor Kelsey bears the brunt of this. She was in a crib longer than any other child. It took us longer to wean her off her pacifier. My kids might be getting older, but it’s not without a kicking, screaming hissy fit from their mother.
I think the last thing left of my baby might be her hair. At the age of 3, Kelsey has yet to have a hair cut. She has the sweetest baby curls that I know will disappear as soon as I get her hair cut. Unfortunately, said curls are the cause of kicking and screaming from my very vocal 3-year old every morning when I attempt to brush them out. Today, I decided it was time. Gritting my teeth and promising myself I wouldn’t cry, I took the girls to get haircuts.
I’m not going to lie. I was a little depressed. As I looked at the floor covered in curls, I was just sad.
And, then, they swept them to a closet where they were promptly sucked up by a shop vac. That was just brutal. I saw my years of raising babies disappear in split second. Why would they do that to me?
But, both my girls love their new, shorter ‘dos. I have to admit – they both do look darn cute! I’m looking forward to combing out hair without wailing and and gnashing of teeth.
I suppose I’ll get over my sadness at the loss of the curls. It just might take a few years of intensive therapy . . . 🙂