This morning any fears that my son will be indecisive and difficult like me were dispersed.
A few months ago he announced he will never have his hair cut again, at least not until it wraps around his ankles, twice. He was determined and admin about it not being cut. As you may recall I was gutted when his first haircut occurred when he turned 4 and even though I like him with short hair a little part of me always missed his soft, blond locks. So I was perfectly fine with him sporting longer hair again.
This morning my husband announced he is off to the barbers and because for a while that used to be father-son time he still asks Little J if he is coming along. After months of saying no, today he said ‘sure’ .
As a woman, owing it to my home planet of Venus and generations of naggers, what ifers and are you sure-ers , I immediately questioned my son’s rash decision. I reasoned by telling him how long it takes to grow ones hair and how cold he is going to be now that winter is approaching. I also implemented some other technics which I cannot disclose due to a sister code I share with other mothers. I was pretty sure I planted a seed of doubt into my child’s mind that will result in him staying in his pj’s cozy with me until his father returns.
Except after I was all done, Little J jumped out of bed and said:
‘I hear you mom, but it’s been a long time since I had a lollipop so I am off to Big cuts with dad.’
Clearly men were preprogrammed to make quick decisions. Specially if they are given a bit of sugar.
Yesterday’s Instagram. Probably the last photo I took of his long hair.