He needed held. He wanted security. He begged to be comforted. Instead of getting fun shots of his first haircut, I was wiping tears with one hand and trying to point and shoot in the other. Needless to say, the results were not good.
I suppose it reflects a quintessential element of motherhood for me.
The endless effrort of trying to balance what the kids want and need in one hand, with what I want and need in the other.
In the end, he got a great haircut and the security he needed.
He looks a lot less shaggy and she was able to preserve a toddler image.
Still, as I waved goodbye to Venera, put Arleigh down for a nap, and returned to collect those little blonde strands of hair, I couldn't help but to feel a little sad.
He's growing up all too fast.