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I didn't mean for it to get this way. I kept meaning to take him to get it cut, but I never did -- really out of pure laziness. Eventually, it got to a point where it became cute; like we had planned for him to sport this incredibly cute toddler hairstyle. Summer came, and it got even longer. But I told myself that his long hair fit with his energetic personality - a no-fear kid who probably would excel at all manner of outdoor sports. He also has a huge grin and laid-back personality, so his hairstyle suited him.But the summer is long over. It started to dawn on me that maybe he needed a different style for school and holiday pictures. One that reflects the changing of the seasons, the end of the lazy days of summer and changing leaves. But I still can't bring myself to get it cut.But why don't I want to cut it? As I sit down to write this piece and reflect on it, the reason hits me. First of all, I hate change. I know that when it happens, I will cry. I'll will sweep it all up and save it in a plastic baggie. I already saved the few pieces from when I cut his bangs, so I can imagine that for his first REAL haircut, I will want all the baby fine hair.Secondly, I know he will cry, which will make me cry even more. For all of his energy, he is also a very sweet, sensitive boy, who likes change just about as much as his mama.And lastly, and probably the most important reason is that it is the one thing I can control about him growing up. I couldn’t stop the first words, the first steps, or the first boo-boo. But this, this I can control. Because ultimately, I just don't want that kid to grow up.For now, we will experiment with the boy bun. Or try some product to keep it out of his eyes. I’ll let him decide when he gets older if he wants to cut it. Say, 16? For now, his will still be my little boy.