This is a collaborative post with Johnson’s Baby.
In the past few weeks, both Pickle and I have had our hair cut. Which may not sound like much to write a blog post about, but it was Pickle’s very first professional haircut so it marked a huge milestone. Getting your child’s hair cut is weirdly emotional… and I can’t quite pin down the reason why. Is it because it always makes them look more grown up? Is it because (particularly in Pickle’s case) it took such a long time for him to grow what hair they had, that it seems like a shame to chop it off? Is it because we’re purposefully choosing to alter their physical identity?