Today was the Twins' Upsherin. Honestly some days it seemed like this day would never get here.
Although the boys looked cute enough when their hair was pulled up into little puffs, I had long since grown tired of explaining to people that they were little boys (yes, both of them; yes, I know their hair is long; yes, they are adorable; no, we’re just waiting until they are three…) and I’m sure that their Mother and Grandma were well past tired of having to comb it out every day to keep it from becoming a tangled mess.
Due to the miracle of mixing my Scot-Irish genetics with their mother's African ones the kids have a really beautiful type of hair that is totally unlike anything either of our families are familiar with, and oddly enough except for the twins, no two of them have a hair texture that is identical to the others. Son One is has dark thick curls that look more Hispanic than anything else, while Son Two’s looks are as African as his mother’s, Daughter has this mass of dark brown curls that turns to this odd Shirley Temple-like collection of curls when freshly washed and then the Twins have this light-brown, tightly curled, angry hair.
So, in any event, the big day finally arrived. We gathered our friends and family in the Temple library and had the first Upsherin our Conservative shul has ever had. Ironically this is also the same room that the Twins' came to for their bris. I told the rabbi the next big shul event for the Twins shouldn’t include any kind of cutting or they might think there was a pattern forming and try to avoid the place.
My little men are growing up so fast. They amaze me at how different they are from each other and other times how much the same they are.
Although the boys looked cute enough when their hair was pulled up into little puffs, I had long since grown tired of explaining to people that they were little boys (yes, both of them; yes, I know their hair is long; yes, they are adorable; no, we’re just waiting until they are three…) and I’m sure that their Mother and Grandma were well past tired of having to comb it out every day to keep it from becoming a tangled mess.
Due to the miracle of mixing my Scot-Irish genetics with their mother's African ones the kids have a really beautiful type of hair that is totally unlike anything either of our families are familiar with, and oddly enough except for the twins, no two of them have a hair texture that is identical to the others. Son One is has dark thick curls that look more Hispanic than anything else, while Son Two’s looks are as African as his mother’s, Daughter has this mass of dark brown curls that turns to this odd Shirley Temple-like collection of curls when freshly washed and then the Twins have this light-brown, tightly curled, angry hair.
So, in any event, the big day finally arrived. We gathered our friends and family in the Temple library and had the first Upsherin our Conservative shul has ever had. Ironically this is also the same room that the Twins' came to for their bris. I told the rabbi the next big shul event for the Twins shouldn’t include any kind of cutting or they might think there was a pattern forming and try to avoid the place.
My little men are growing up so fast. They amaze me at how different they are from each other and other times how much the same they are.
