All About Nathan
Things have been hectic around here, but what else is new, right? That’s life with kids! I wouldn’t trade it for anything and, in fact, will miss these busy days once my kids are grown and moved out.
We had the hubbub of Christmas, which was nice. Nathan had a hard time adjusting to the routine change of being out of school, and by the time he calmed down and became more manageable, he had to go back to school! He’s doing much, much better though now that winter break is over and school is back jn session. He also went up a whole size in clothes- his size 5’s are now retired and he’s in his 6’s. It really seems like just yesterday I was washing and folding his little 3-6 month size sleepers. I remember holding them to my nose and inhaling the lovely scent of fresh baby. He’s lost that baby smell now, and I’m trying not to think about how soon he will smell like Teenager: dirty feet and sweat and armpits. And I will still think of his fresh baby smell.
The days are long but the years are short. They are so very short.
I see that with Nathan. I “can’t wait”-ed him all the time. I remember thinking I can’t wait until he can crawl, I can’t wait until he can walk, I can’t wait until he can talk… And that time has now passed me by and he’s nearly 6 years old. I’m more laid back with John and just try to take things as they are and enjoy each of his phases before he meets a new milestone.
The other day, I was hugging Nathan tightly to me. He wrapped his little arms around me in return and asked me why I was hugging him so tight. I said because you’re growing up so fast that it’s hard to let go, and even though these years seem so long to him, for me it’s going by so fast. Then I told him that one day, he will be all grown and will move out, and he won’t need his mama to take care of him, and he responded in his sweet voice that sounds so precious and musical to my ears, “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll be bigger than you then, and I’ll take care of you instead.” And then after a thoughtful pause, “I’ll even text you!”
My heart is so full…
I’ve never been particularly happy with Nathan’s haircuts that we’ve paid for over the years. Combine his sensory issues with a sometimes over-zealous hairdresser and you typically end up with haircuts where his hair looked like a mushroom, or was crooked, or too short, or a combination of it all with a traumatized mom and kid to boot. I admit, he’s not the easiest kid to give a haircut to. The buzzers stress him, he does NOT like the water spritzer, the clipped hair falling on his face and neck is agonizingly itchy, and he’s just uncomfortable in general.
So I decided to cut his hair myself. Mama can do a better job at keeping him mellow than a stranger, and even then the poor fellow still ends up having a screaming fit, usually from the intense itchy feeling the cut pieces of hair cause him.
At least at this young age, no one cares how the cut turns out, least of all Nathan. And it’s not any worse than some of the haircuts we’ve actually paid for. The Cuts by Mama actually aren’t too bad considering I have zero training. I’m getting better and better with each cut, and I’m learning as I go. Plus it helps that Nathan is so darn cute that any hair style looks great on him!
So a few nights ago, he got another haircut by Mama. There’s only one little spot that’s a little crooked, but all in all he looks quite handsome. In fact, when he came home from school after getting his hair cut, he told me he got quite a few compliments. He was very happy!
I sure do love that little guy.