Last night, again driven crazy by Sam's scraggly hair, I gave him a haircut. This was his first haircut out of the tub. Stripped to his diaper, he sat on his stool in the bathroom while I snipped away. I never do a good job, but it always looks better than it did when I started.
When I was done, I brushed the hair off of his bare shoulders and he stood up. Looking at him felt like a punch in the stomach. He always ends up looking older than before. I never get used to it.
Standing in front of me was a boy. Not even a little boy. In just his diaper, he is surprisingly thin. His arms and legs are long and lean. His slightly rounded belly is disappearing. I was kneeling on the floor, and he was towering over me.
Feeling silly, Sam started to shake his head as hard as he could, yelling, and then falling onto me. He was laughing - not a sweet toddler laugh, but a laugh that sounded surprisingly adult. It was so precious.
So there we were, in the bathroom, a mom and her man-child. Sam was spinning, dancing, laughing, and I had bittersweet tears streaming down my face. I couldn't help but laugh with him. His joy was so infectious.
Thank you, God, for blessing me with this healthy, strong, tender-hearted child.
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