Tony has gone and grown up.
In the span of 30 minutes.
He left the house today my baby
and came home a young man.
All due to a haircut.
Well, not really.
Sure, he's had plenty of haircuts before,
but I think there's this magically age
(usually around 8th or 9th grade)
where one day you look at your child
and suddenly you see a young adult.
With my 4th baby it just seemed to happen with the removal of about 5 pounds of hair.
I clearly remember the day I noticed Nae had changed over night.
It was the summer before her 8th grade year.
We were sitting in an auditorium for 8th grade orientation.
I looked over at her and thought "Holy cow! I see a woman!"
And I couldn't take my eyes off her.
And she noticed.
"Why do you keep staring at me?!!" she whispered.
"I'm not." I said nonchalantly and turned and tried to focus on the lady speaking.
That lasted all of 2 seconds and I was staring again.
"Will you stop?!!" she hissed.
"What?" I tried to pretend I was looking at something else that just happened to be over her shoulder.
She didn't buy it.
Mostly because I kept gawking.
But hey, I went through 38 hours of labor!
I figure I'm entitled to a little gawking.
Can I have an 'amen' ?!
Anyhoo, of course, I'd love to prove my point by sharing "before and after" pictures of Tony.
And of course, being the teen that he is, he refused to let me take a picture.
I could go up and take one of him sleeping....
Please note that I am showing great restraint right now.
Yep, I'm a good mom.
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