I thought I was ready for his first haircut… I wasn’t. He walked in asking for a 2️⃣… and somehow we ended up with a 1️⃣. And the moment that first piece hit the floor, I knew… there was no going back. Whew. My mama heart was unwell. But here’s the thing, he was calm. He was happy. He sat in the chair like such a big boy, and I was so proud of him. So even though I was grieving those curls a little on the inside… I stayed right there, loving on him through it. Because this moment wasn’t about me. It was about him stepping into something new. And yes… he looks like a completely different kid. My sweet baby, so proud of himself and somehow not a baby anymore. I know his hair will grow back if he wants it to. And now? We’re learning how to love and manage his curls at this new length together. But mamas… nobody talks about how emotional that first haircut really is. Especially when you’ve held onto those baby curls for so long. Tell me, did you cry, or were you strong? ToddlerHaircut MomLifeUnfiltered BoyMomLife FirstHaircut CurlyHairJourney