Today Jack got his first haircut. I was really looking forward to it because his hair has been growing uncontrollably in all directions for the last few months and I had even given up on trying to tame it with gel in the mornings. When he was finished I just couldn't believe how much older he looked. It was like "the baby" part of him had been cut away along with is hair and now I officially have a toddler. It was bittersweet because I knew he had reached his next step in life and I would never experience being the mother of a baby again (at least not on purpose!).
This kind of got me thinking about how differently I've approached things with Jack, since he is my second child. With Drew, everything was so new and all of his firsts were also my firsts as a mother. I was so anxious to experience all of his milestones, that I pushed for them to hurry and happen. But with Jack, it's different. I know what's coming and I know how fast they grow, so I havn't necessarily been encouraging him to move as fast. I've really been enjoying him because this time around I'm more confident in myself as a parent. I don't want to keep him little forever.....just a little longer. However, the fact that he stopped taking steps and just started walking this week pretty much solidified the fact that I can't stop time. Like I said....bittersweet.
