I like longer hair on boys. The Boy looks so cute with the blond shaggy surfer look hair. And when his hair grows it get curly at the back, so it never really grows over his collar.
But…The Boy has had a hair cut.
Normally this is something that he hates. In the past I have cut his fringe while he was asleep in bed.
He absolutely hates electric clippers. The noise scares him. The vibration frightens him.
I think that he is frightened of his lack of control when getting his hair cut. Being in a vulnerable position while some stranger is wielding very sharp scissors about your head is a scary thought. I am sure that there are a lot of unpleasant sensations that really upset The Boy associated with hair cuts.
But he has, on rare occasions made the announcement that he wants his hair cut NOW!
He has had a professional hair cut 4 times. Each and every time he has asked for a short hair cut but has refused to let the barber or hairdresser use the clippers. They must cut his hair with only scissors.
As you can imagine, some of those haircuts have not been very good.
Last week The Boy announced that he wanted his hair cut again. And he wanted it very short, like a buzz cut. And it had to be a home hair cut. No Way was he going to go to the barber or hairdresser.
I tried to talk him out of it. I tried to convince him that very short hair would make his head cold especially now it is winter. But he was insistent.
The Boy has only had one other home hair cut, and he refused the clippers that time, just like with the professionals. Neither The Other Half nor I give great scissor haircuts.
This time The Boy is too old to have a bad hair cut. He is too old to blame it on a scissor mishap. If the other person inferred from that statement that The Boy had cut his own hair, I certainly wasn’t about to swallow my pride and correct him/her!
The Boy is now in grade 3. He is finally making some friends of his own amongst the boys in his class. So he certainly doesn’t need a bad hair cut to make him the target of teasing.
So we told The Boy that if he really wanted his hair cut really short then we would have to use the clippers, scissors were not an option this time.
I was hoping that he would refuse the clippers, and therefore keep his lovely long blond locks.
Nope, he has adamant that he wanted short hair. Afterall, he is a boy, and boys have short hair.
So he got his hair cut. He closed his eyes and cringed throughout the torture, but sat mostly still while the clippers worked their magic.
His new hair cut make him look so much older.
It has taken me a while to get used to his short hair. When I pick him up at school I find myself looking for the kid with shaggy blond hair, only to find that The Boy has sneaked up in front of me. I have to take a second look to make sure that it really is my boy.
I’m so glad that The Boy is growing and learning to tolerate if not accept many new things into his life, like hair clippers and hair cuts.
But I really miss my scruffy, shaggy little boy.
Oh well, I can always hope that he will let it grow out again some day. No sense getting emo about hair.