time to let go

of that fine white fuzz, the feathered fly away strands, the sweet baby mullet. at 20 months he's still such a baby, so i'm certainly not ready for him to look like a boy. and that fear has lead to the procrastination of that first hair cut. but two weeks ago i gave in. not only was i afraid for my baby boy to grow up in the matter of minutes, but i didn't want him to lose his only comfort other than me. his hair. when he's tired or falling asleep he grabs it, runs his fingers through it, he twirls it. no blankie, no binkie, only his hair. so we left it. and he's still my baby boy.