Today, my son had his first haircut.
Having given birth to a boy who was born practically bald(-ish), I never saw the need to make make him even bald(er), while everyone carried on with the cukur jambul traditions. Even when his hair started growing out, I was always finding excuses not to chop any of it off. Because he has the most beautiful curls. (Yes, I'm naturally biased, guilty as charged.)
But today, like I said earlier, my son had his first haircut.
It was inevitable.
His fringe was beginning to drive him nuts. And the rest of his curly locks, though not as thick as other kids' hair, was making him scratch like a monkey.
Since we were at my parents' place and my mom has a good pair of hair-cutting scissors and he was ever willing to please her to win some points (which always ends up with him getting more toys, lucky US haha!), I made that call.
I took it better than I thought I would. Thought I would be bawling but I wasn't! Haha #dramasangat !
But be that as it may, I did take some of his cut hair as a momento of that event.
I know that I'll eventually throw it out or stash it somewhere I will forget, but like my mom said, we (re: mothers) are all like that about our children. We don't know why we do the things we do, but we keep doing them anyway.
Even if it seems real crazay!
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is, ey?
Hehe. And for the record, my son actually looks just THE SAME! Thank god for curly hair genes! Heheh
Photo above is before his locks were chopped. Hehe