Benjamin has needed a haircut for several months now, but I just kept putting it off, not quite ready to cut his hair for the first time because it really does make them look so much older! But finally, a couple of days ago, I did it. I sat him in a chair in front of the TV, gave him a sucker, and went to work. It’s certainly not perfect (I’m no professional stylist), but it’s short and not in his eyes anymore. And I just can’t get over how different it makes him look. He’s like a different kid — a toddler, a little boy now, not a baby. All the reddish tints are gone now (guess it really was just baby hair), and he’s a tow-head just like his brothers. He reminds me so much of Alex at the same age.
It’s not just the haircut, although that is probably the biggest and most noticeable difference. A couple of weeks ago, Ben gave up his paci for good. He was actually starting to chew on them, so I threw one away that had a big hole in it, and in the few days it took for me to get to the store and buy another one, he decided he was all done with pacifiers. It probably won’t be long before he gives up the bottle at nap-time and bedtime as well.
He’s also walking better, almost running sometimes, and talking more. In short, he is growing up. In just a few months’ time, we’ll be moving on to things like a big boy bed instead of a crib, a booster seat at the table instead of a high chair, and underwear instead of diapers.
And I’m wondering if I’m about to be done with the baby phase of my life forever. Don’t get me wrong… I’m most definitely NOT feeling like it’s time to have another one! If it’s up to me, I won’t give birth to anymore babies (adoption is still something we talk about, so we’ll have to see where the Lord leads us on that). But it’s not always up to us — Benjamin is proof of that! — and so I’m hanging on to all my baby stuff for awhile longer as insurance! But there is a sort of melancholy in the realization that this season of my life may well be on its way out — this season with its many trials (sleep deprivation, anyone?), but also its uncountable joys.
And while a part of me may miss the baby years, I am looking forward to being a mom of kids who are a little bit older, who can do more for themselves (like use the toilet and put on their own shoes), who can communicate better. I’m looking forward to some of the things we’ll be able to do as a family as the kids get older. I’m looking forward to homeschooling and walking beside them as they learn about the world, to helping them discover their interests, gifts, and passions.
In short, I’m looking forward to watching my babies become the people God created them to be.
Here are a couple of pictures so you can see what I mean about the difference one haircut can make: