Looking forward in just over a month to my sweet baby’s 5th birthday. But before a milestone he’s been looking forward to for quite some time (and lying about having reached to a point that by some time in July I started actually telling people he was 5 because, conditioning) a little look back to a year ago.
Chuck E. Cheese in our neighborhood had just opened and it was awesome. It couldn’t have showed up around the corner at a better time. Birthday. Party.
On a just-because visit we had a few turns at the games and left with a bag of sweets. Most notably the ‘Kramer’ lollipop. (I know, but that is the first place I ever remember seeing one of these, and either you know what I’m talking about or you don’t!!)
Angel was born with a head of thick, dark hair. When he arrived in the world I did not get to see him until Kevin demanded it (I was a little busy shaking, crying and being medically paralyzed, so please don’t start with self-advocate speak). I mention this because when I did see him he was swaddled and capped. I only briefly laid eyes on him. When I called my mother to tell her he had been born she asked if he had hair and I said something along the lines of, ‘No, well, I don’t know… I don’t think so…’.
Would you look at that?
I just admitted that once, I was incorrect.
Last year in the fall, suddenly and inexplicably, the curl fell out of his signature locks. So we cut it and have kept it relatively short since. It was time and I am glad we waited until the time was right.
I don’t really miss it. Not because I didn’t like it (I loved it), not because it was unmanageable (it was a nightmare) but because I’m usually too busy looking forward to lament what’s in the past. It suited him until it didn’t. When I think too hard on it I miss every bit of past, but then a present smile lights up in front of me and I can’t stay there.