Wrapped in her favorite leopard cape at the salon, Kennadie climbs her little body up in the black chair & softly states, "I want my hair cut short. I want my hair cut to my shoulders.”
I gently remind her “It won’t be long again tomorrow you know. It will take a while before it grows back out.”
“I know, mommy!”
I’d be lying if I said my stomach wasn’t in knots as I watched long pieces of blonde hair fall to floor.
But it wasn’t about the hair cut at all.
This was the Kennadie that I have known for the last few years, & I was now trying to grasp the reality that my little three year old really isn’t a “baby” anymore.
She has her own personality.
Her own ideas.
Her own likes & dislikes.
After her hairdresser cut the last piece of long hair, she spun the chair around so Kennadie could get a good look at the “new her” in the mirror.
We couldn’t help but crack up laughing when Kennadie shrieked with excitement, touching her hair, smiling, & posing as she admired her hair cut.
It was obvious she loved her new look!
This was one of those moments where I realized how fast these last three years have gone by.
A moment where I looked at her, & although only three, I saw a maturity in her that I hadn’t noticed before.
A moment where I wanted to stop time.
Where I wanted to tell her to slow down.
This was one of those small but precious moments that I won’t soon forget.