If you hear a loud screaming sound, it is just my son. He's a bit of a tenderhead, and right now my husband is clipping his hair. My son's hair is a challenge. He seems to have inherited every possible type of hair -- all on one head. Even my husband's side of the family, they shake their heads when they look at his hair. "That boy has a LOT of hair." He was wearing it in a big 'Fro recently. I would pick it out for him each morning.
His hair is particularly frustrating for the people who cut it. You fluff his hair up and then cut it. You say to yourself, "Good! That looks great." And then, you fluff it again to make sure -- and it looks like you never cut it at all. One of his hair dressers stopped picking his hair out after she cut. I think she was thinking we wouldn't notice. When I pointed it out to her, she sighed, "But I could do that all day long." She isn't wrong.
The Boy, himself, finds the whole thing hilarious. He has grown up a lot. When he was little, it took both of us to cut his hair -- one to cut it and one to hold him down. It was an UNPLEASANT experience for EVERYONE involved. We discovered that he would behave better if he went to the barbers, but it took us a bit of time to find a barber who cut his hair correctly. One poor guy tried to go straight in on the first pass -- it was NOT GOOD.
There is a real sweetness to the whole thing, occasional screaming notwithstanding. I love that my kids have a good father, who looks after them, helps them, and provides them with what they need. The Husband can play Barbies like nobody's business -- he's much better at it than I am. Of course, the Girl has moved on from Barbies now, and I guess those skills will now become atrophy - until grandchildren show up ready to play.
My Dad was also a great father. He read to us, and listened to us, and helped me build a million things. He didn't flinch when I would say, "I got an idea and I was thinking we could . . ." I remember vividly telling him my plan for painting my bedroom. I was 15, and thought it would be great to paint my room three different, bright colors. "What do you think?" I asked him. He considered my idea thoughtfully and responded in a calm, even voice, "You aren't nervous that your room is going to look the inside of a Baskin Robbins?" He was right. He totally would have. We decided on two more subtle colors, and that's how my room looked until I left for college - I'm pretty greatful he talked me down from bright yellow, bright blue and bright pink.
I know Mother's Day is on the horizon, but watching the Husband take on our Son's CRAZY hair, reminds me how grateful I am for all the positive male role models in my children's lives. Here's to good, kind, thoughtful men everywhere.
Keep moving forward,