Life comes full circle, doesn't it? As I was finishing up Kaden's haircut last night, with him in his diaper, dropping the hair clumps onto the pile of Stu's (ever more grey, hehe) hair, I had a moment of "Oh goodness, I'm my Mommy."
Every few weeks when I was a kid, my Dad and brother would strip to their skivies and get the old clipper cut from my Mom. One of the rest of us (girls) would then be assigned the duty of sweeping up the hair. I remember thinking on more than one occassion that my future husband could get his butt to the barber because I wouldn't be performing such an obnoxious task. (One that she still performs every few weeks for both boys)
Sure enough, I've fallen prey to the idea that "20 bucks every two weeks is a waste of money when I can do it for free". I now foresee decades of future haircuts in my future. :)
But, this sad affair got me thinking about all the other ways I'm my Mom's twin and it just reminded me how fortunate I was to have such a great role model and friend growing up.
So here's to becoming my Mommy! Instead of the eye-roll or the panic that is usually associated with this epiphany, I gladly accept the honor.