We were going to get haircuts, and I knew precisely where it would lead.
More begging from my smallest…
"Please???? Please can I have a buzz? PLEASE?"
He said he only wanted hair "this big."
But then "this big" got smaller and smaller.
When my older two where his age, they wanted long hair, "like surfers." And I was totally down with that. It was easy to let them do their own hair thing, because I liked it.
It's a lot harder to say yes to their choices when they aren't the ones that you would make for them.
But…. there's nothing morally wrong, irreversible, damaging or inherently "bad" about buzzing one's hair, and it is, after all, only hair.
Add to that the fact that this is my kid who has to feel like he's being given freedoms and choices, or he will demonstrate his own power in ways that are usually not so beneficial to himself or those around him.
To me, it was the loss of the last vestiges of his baby-ness, which really aren't mine to keep. To him,it was the power to make a big decision for himself.
I stood by, and I told him how handsome he looked while all his precious hair fell to the ground.
And when he left the room. I cried my eyes out.
He just looks. so. big.
I don't care for that much.
On the other hand, I do enjoy the pride and confidence that just shines through when he says, grinning, with all his might, "mama, don't I look tough like a teenager?"
The good news is, his little squishy baby neck is a lot more accessible for mama's smooching 🙂