I will never forget when I laid eyes on my baby boy for the first time. My first thought wasn't anywhere near what I think it was supposed to be. I think it was supposed to be, oh my baby, he's perfect, I love him. His eyes! His nose! He's perfect! Then I think I was supposed to count his toes or something. But for me I was instantly struck by his hair. For nine months I tried to picture my baby and what he would look like. I hoped that he would inherit his daddy's full lips, as mine are a bit thin and boring. I was secretly hoping he would have my eye color and nose. My nose is a family nose. It's the nose of my grandpa and I wanted him to have it. I dreamt of chubby babies, big babies, little babies, straight hair, curly hair, fair skin or peachy complected babies. Freckles, dimples, eye shapes and toe length (poor thing got my long gangley carny toes). I never once pictured a baby with blonde hair. Not once. I just assumed it would be brown. So when they lifted him up to me, I zeroed in on his hair. It was the most beautiful blonde I'd ever seen. And I stared at it for hours. I knew instantly that I'd be letting it grow. Convention be damned! His hair was friggin GLORIOUS. It needed to grow and grow and grow. People needed to see it. I also know that at some point it will probably darken a bit and that makes me sad. So we let it grow. Much to the dismay of some people who I will not name. You know who you are. I can not tell you all the times I heard, "When are you gonna cut his hair? He looks like a girl!" or they'd lean down to Mr. Pants and say in a cutesy voice, "Tell mommy and daddy to cut.your.hair. Tell them you don't want to look like a girl!" and they giggle like they are the funniest thing on the planet and the first person to ever indirectly say rude things to me through my child. They are not and I'm sure they aren't the last either. I think it's pretty amazing that any one would feel it was their place to insult a baby's hair. That's just something I have never thought to do to a baby. Insult their hair. And it's a good thing I practice patience and restraint because oooooh, I have wanted to smack some people. But I don't. Because that is assault and I am a peaceful Unitarian Universalist tree hugging hippie. So instead I offer this....
Oh, Hello! I'm Colleen and I do the writing and mama-ing around these parts. I'm glad you're here. I hope you stick around .
Because I like you.
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