There is a gene that my family passes from generation to generation, and it isn’t eye color or freckles or even our sense of humor. It’s the bald gene. You don’t see many kids with this trait, but when I see another big baldy I always smile, knowing this mom probably experiences what I do each and every day.
You see, my daughter Katherine is 9 months old and does not have any hair. She somehow has less hair now than on the day she was born. And the reality is that this isn’t going to change any time soon. It’s not unusual to see a bald baby in the first 3 to 4 months, but after that it gets tricky.
Katherine is getting bigger, has eight teeth and is looking more grown up. She is a big beautiful baby and people can’t easily identify her age because she has no hair.
And people are constantly confused about her gender. Sure my baby is wearing all pink, but with that short haircut, she must be a boy. “Oh, he’s so cute, or how old is he?” will be asked in every grocery checkout line or park I enter. Again I can only assume this is because people can’t quite figure out why I have a giant bald baby in my stroller or grocery cart. Even the director at my daycare slipped the other day and said –wow he’s getting big. Then she looked at me and realized – oh crap that’s Lisa and her daughter is Katherine.
I would put a bow in her hair to help someone identify the gender more easily, but I can’t, she’s bald. And I don’t mean she has short hair that I can’t put pig tails in. I bought those tiny bows that close with Velcro that only take a few strands to hold in place and I can’t make them work.
My husband really hates when people confuse his baby girl for being a boy and I see him stop at the sections of the store that have bows for little girls and he always flips over the package hoping to see something besides a clip there, some magic invention that will allow him to attach the pretty contraption to the head of his bald baby girl. It’s just not in the cards.
Katherine will eventually turn one and be a giant bald walking baby. I anticipate her hair showing up somewhere between 18 months and 2 years of age. That’s when mine arrived. It’s my gene that has people rubbing her dome and asking where her hair is. I don’t care, I think bald is beautiful.