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Hair today, gone tomorrow

Hair is just hair. I know.

My son has always had long hair. His soft, blond locks, still smelling like babies has never been trimmed by anyone but me. It complimented his cheekiness, free spirit and confidence. It was the way he wanted it, always refusing us to cut it. It reminded my husband of himself as a young boy. It made my son stand out, be different. It was adored by his teachers, envied by his friends. It was his thing.

Then a few weeks ago Little J said he wants his hair cut like Daddy’s. I thought it was just a phase he was going through, missing his father while he was out of town.But upon my Husband’s return Little J announced he will be going to the barbers with him next time he goes to have his haircut. It was settled, my boys were going on Sunday.

I reasoned it was something they should do together, as men. But truth be told, I could not bear to go along. I don’t know why. I give all his clothes away as he outgrows them. I throw away most of his school projects. I let him learn his mistakes, run fast, jump high, fall hard. I look forward to him growing up, evolving, changing. I am excited to meet the man he becomes and never hold him back. But the haircut…

He walked in so proud of himself and so handsome. His face is shining. I catch him admiring his reflection in the mirror. It is the first huge decision he has ever made for himself. I am happy. He is on his way to become a man to make me proud. He already is a boy that does, every single day. But he is not a baby anymore.

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Haircut

*taken by my husband, edited by me.

and then, she {snapped}

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No blue hair for you

How far into the parenthood did you think you would start sounding like your parents?

Because I was raised by grandparents I figured my child would be spared. After all we are talking of a three generation gap. What kind of nonsense I heard growing up could possible apply to my modern age son? You would be surprised. I catch myself here and there and it’s awful. As I say it I shiver, mostly because it makes me feel archaic. Off course admitting that the rules I spend fighting against most of my younger years ended up being reasonable adds insult to injury.

The other day Husband was planning on getting a haircut. Little J has been free-styling since birth. He was on the bold side for most of his first year. Once he got hair he also discovered he can have an opinion about it. I only go as far as trimming it so he can see clearly. So whenever he gets asked if he wants to go and have a hair cut with daddy the answers is NO. But this time he thought about it and said he will come along to have it colored blue. Cause blue is his favorite color. Imagine the look on daddy’s face.

Off course I knew what this was all about. Mother always knows. There is a super cool kid in Little J’s preschool. He has a rock star name, rock star boots and a big patch of blue hair. In fact I think at the moment it might be orange. I know what you are thinking but believe me I don’t care. I was spared the opinionated gene. When it comes to other people it truly is none of my business. However I do have a very firm opinion about Little J following suit. You guessed it. My Grandpa would be proud.

My kid is only three. I was not prepared. After we said no he asked why. Because you cannot have blue hair. But it’s my favorite color, I don’t like yellow. Blond is what you are and what you will remain. We were going back and forth and I was running out of debate material. So I channeled my wise old folks: until you grow up and earn your own money you will have the hair you were born with and that’s that. A bit much? Maybe. But I haven’t been asked to color his hair since…



 

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