Those who really know me and my family, know that I have bald children. I don’t mean bald until 6 months, I mean bald until 3! My son took forever to get any hair. It was so blond and fine. He is 4.5 and finally has a decent head of hair. My daughter has the fine, blond fluff as well. She didn’t get any hair until 2! I have extremely fine hair so it’s no mystery where this comes from. I always thought it was kind of ironic and unfair that a hairstylist’s children would have no hair. And yes, I’ve heard the old adage about the cobbler’s children having no shoes.
I was so in love with Thayer’s adorable blond hair. I kept it cut short on the sides and back, with some length on top.
That’s what makes this next segment so upsetting.
I’m working at the salon on a busy Friday. I happened to check my phone and see this text from my husband, who is home with the kids.
I’m sure it seems ridiculous that I reacted this way. Hair does grow after all. I am a rational person, and I understand this concept. It hit me so hard for some reason. Brian brought him to the salon immediately so that I could fix that mess. I had to shave his head. There was no other option. For the rest of the day, I couldn’t even look at him. He looked so different. He looked older and harder. I made him wear a ball cap that whole weekend.
I’m so grateful that he didn’t cut his sister’s hair. I would’ve gone nuclear if that had happened. I’ve had to just let it go and chalk it up to a rite of passage. I actually think it’s kind of funny now. All kids do something like this. I’m sure I did and so did you. In a month I will forget that this ever even happened.
Momming is hard, there are always going to be obstacles. In the grand scheme of things, this is no big deal and a minor blip. Until next time,