September brought more than just the first signs of fall for our family. It brought something I wasn’t quite prepared for: my son’s first haircut. He was 3 years and 8 months old, full of personality, curiosity, and energy — and, up until that day, he still had every strand of his baby hair.
He had been talking about getting a haircut. He said he was ready. We were, too — or at least we thought we were. But when the moment came, the clippers hummed to life, and the stylist reached for that first lock, he froze.
Suddenly, the excitement faded from his little face, and he turned, arms outstretched, and crawled into Daddy’s lap — and that’s where he stayed the entire time. Brave, unsure, holding on tight. Watching his reflection. Trusting us. Trusting her.
And me?
I cried. Just a little. Quietly.
Because in that chair, with every gentle snip, I could see my baby slowly disappearing — and in his place, a handsome, growing boy began to appear. It was like watching time move forward in real time. Hair falling to the floor, and with it, a piece of the baby days that once felt endless.
For the Mama Reading This…
If you’re approaching your little one’s first haircut — or you’ve just gone through it — let me say this:
It’s okay to feel a little broken and a lot proud.
This isn’t just about hair. It’s about growth. About change. About watching your child step into a new version of themselves right in front of your eyes.
It's a reminder that while we spend so much time caring for every curl, every strand, every soft wisp of babyhood — eventually, we have to let some of it go to make space for who they’re becoming.
So if you cry, let yourself.
If you feel a little silly getting emotional — don’t.
Because these are the moments that matter. The quiet ones that sneak up and say:
“Look. Look at how far we’ve come.”
I’ll never forget that September afternoon.
I’ll never forget his small hands clutching his daddy.
Or how the stylist, with every careful pass of her scissors, revealed a boy who seemed to grow older by the minute.
And I’ll definitely never forget the way I felt — heart swelling, eyes misty, and a quiet voice inside me whispering:
“He’s growing up. And you’re doing a great job.”
To every mama out there navigating these tiny milestones that somehow feel like mountains — I see you. You’re not alone. And your baby, just like mine, is becoming exactly who they’re meant to be.
One snip at a time. 💛
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