There comes a time in every mother's life when she must confront a difficult truth about one of her children. For me that time came yesterday.
I looked at Zoodle and faced the fact that he is...
(insert deep sigh and a couple of sniffles)
Remember the post about Zoodle's crazy hair a couple of months back? Well, over the last couple of weeks, his hair has decided to gradually calm down. Yesterday I looked at him, and this is what I saw:
Oh, it's painful to share my heart-rending moment of realization with my readers. There's that hair, laying down against his head like normal hair should do.
I know I should be glad. I know when he's 35 he won't want to have to deal with hair that sticks up as if it's been rubbed by a balloon.
But I loved that quirky part of my boy, and it's a pity to see it gone. I actually liked all the comments from strangers. I liked combing his hair only to see it pop back up as if it were spring-loaded.
As I brace myself for more difficult truths that will confront me as Zoodle grows up, I guess I'll just have to take comfort in his abnormally cute smile, gorgeous eyes, and copious amounts of drool.