I promise this will be my last post about spiky hair!
Friday morning was the first day that my son wore his new haircut to school. He was very excited to show it off to his friends. Although I had not done a bad job, the hair needed to be just a tad shorter to really look right. I told him that I would finish later that night before bathtime.
The day passed uneventfully and as the evening wore on I told him that I would finish his haircut. He was playing on the floor with his beloved Hot Wheels cars and he got suddenly quiet.
"That's OK. I decided I don't want spiky hair," he said, while looking down at the car in his hands.
I was taken aback for a moment because he had been so enthusiastic about it previously.
"Why?" I asked.
"I just don't want to," he said.
Probing a little further, "But you were so excited about your hair. Didn't you like it?"
"Yes."
"Then why don't you want me to finish the hair cut?"
His lower lip trembled and his eyes teared up a little, "Because my friends were laughing about my hair."
My heart sank. Only five years old and already having to deal with the sting of peer rejection.
I called him up to the couch with me and talked about it with him. It became evident that no one had overtly said that they didn't like his hair; but, they had been surprised by the dramatic change and a few girls giggled at the wayward spikes. I reassured him that it was only because he had never worn his hair that way and they were simply surprised. Anytime someone changes their hair, people notice...like when I color my hair, or cut it differently. He seemed to be comforted by our discussion.
"Do you like your hair spiky?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied with a huge grin.
"Then, you should wear it the way that you want to wear it. Everyone will get used to it and they won't say anything about it anymore."
"OK."
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After church we were driving home and again talking about spiky hair. We were teasing him saying that maybe we should all get spiky haircuts so we would match.
"No, we should cut all our hair off and be bald!" he shouted, giggling through the words.
I asked our oldest if he would like to be bald.
"No way!" he replied, "But if I were, then I could be on Deal, or No Deal!"
Apparently, he thinks that being bald is a requirement for participation on the show. That's the only logic for Howie Mandel's shiny, bald head.
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Monday, March 05, 2007
Friday, March 02, 2007
Spiky Hair
My youngest child loves to do things his way. He seriously contemplates each morning whether he should wear his brown, suede shoes, or his navy tennis shoes to pre-K. Determining if his socks should be navy or white, and whether or not to use his black toothbrush or his purple toothbrush gives him a special joy that he is the captain of his own ship.
He has certain outfits that he has created and will wear only in conjunction with each other. When he was three, he would always pick out a dark navy t-shirt and dark navy pants/shorts to wear together. I couldn't decide if he looked like an auto mechanic or a goth teenager who only had navy clothes instead of black. I hated that outfit. One day, the navy t-shirt mysteriously disappeared. Seriously, he really was growing out of it. :-)
The next great challenge was a pair of plaid shorts that he received last year. He absolutely loves them and wants to wear them all the time. I had to explain to him that he couldn't wear a blue and yellow striped shirt with white, red and gray plaid. I couldn't decide if he was slightly color-blind, like his father, or simply attracted to gaudiness. We had a long discussion about matching colors.
About a week ago, he came home from church and announced that he wanted spiky hair like Andrew, one of the children in his class. I wondered if most 5 year old boys had an opinion about how their hair should look. My oldest had never expressed any interest or thought about his "look". But, it was obvious that this one had definitely considered it. He even asked if he could dye his sandy, blonde hair to be brown like the rest of us. I told him that we could do spiky, but coloring would have to wait until he was 15 or 16. Always the master negotiator, he recognized the compromise as workable.
Last night I cut as much hair off the top of his head as I dared to. It was much shorter than what I normally do. We got hairspray and gel and went to work to create his makeover. It was OK, but I'm going to have to cut it even shorter to get it just right. We spent ten minutes this morning getting his hair ready for pre-K. It used to only take 30 seconds.
As we walked into his class he was very excited to show off his new "do" to everyone. He asked me if I thought his friends would recognize him. I said that I thought they would probably figure it out.
He's just too darn cute for words sometimes!
Pictures of the new haircut to follow soon.
He has certain outfits that he has created and will wear only in conjunction with each other. When he was three, he would always pick out a dark navy t-shirt and dark navy pants/shorts to wear together. I couldn't decide if he looked like an auto mechanic or a goth teenager who only had navy clothes instead of black. I hated that outfit. One day, the navy t-shirt mysteriously disappeared. Seriously, he really was growing out of it. :-)
The next great challenge was a pair of plaid shorts that he received last year. He absolutely loves them and wants to wear them all the time. I had to explain to him that he couldn't wear a blue and yellow striped shirt with white, red and gray plaid. I couldn't decide if he was slightly color-blind, like his father, or simply attracted to gaudiness. We had a long discussion about matching colors.
About a week ago, he came home from church and announced that he wanted spiky hair like Andrew, one of the children in his class. I wondered if most 5 year old boys had an opinion about how their hair should look. My oldest had never expressed any interest or thought about his "look". But, it was obvious that this one had definitely considered it. He even asked if he could dye his sandy, blonde hair to be brown like the rest of us. I told him that we could do spiky, but coloring would have to wait until he was 15 or 16. Always the master negotiator, he recognized the compromise as workable.
Last night I cut as much hair off the top of his head as I dared to. It was much shorter than what I normally do. We got hairspray and gel and went to work to create his makeover. It was OK, but I'm going to have to cut it even shorter to get it just right. We spent ten minutes this morning getting his hair ready for pre-K. It used to only take 30 seconds.
As we walked into his class he was very excited to show off his new "do" to everyone. He asked me if I thought his friends would recognize him. I said that I thought they would probably figure it out.
He's just too darn cute for words sometimes!
Pictures of the new haircut to follow soon.
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