And we even kept the curls

Posted on | September 6, 2011 | 5 Comments

This past weekend, we finally got up the courage to cut Sully’s hair. At almost twenty-two-months old, it was about time. His hair grazed his shoulders, and more often than not, strangers confused him for a “pretty little girl.” Worse than that, he managed to get food in his hair at every single meal because his hair hung in his eyes, and in frustration, he brushed in aside with a helping of applesauce. But I clung to his long hair like one of those crazy mothers who refuse to let go of first fingernail clippings or something equally as silly. To me, a first hair cut is like crossing the bridge into “kid land.” Bye-bye Babyville. A hair cut signifies growth. And while I’m happy my little boy is turning into a beautiful child, sometimes I miss his sweet baby smell and noises.

I couldn’t deny it anymore…it was time. So we loaded him up and took a family trip to Great Clips (we’re fancy like that).

Arlo was unimpressed.

And surprisingly, Sully wasn’t too concerned either. He yanked on my heart strings by climbing right up into the chair, not a single worry or whimpered, and eagerly got his first hair cut.

I explained to the stylist that I really, really loved his curls, and asked if she would please not give him an “old man” hair cut. Just a little off the shoulders, you know, let’s get rid of the mullet. And the bangs needed a little something-something.

The stylist was the perfect person to cut his hair. She worked quickly and efficiently as Sully laughed and watched other customers.

I snapped away, taking as many pictures as I could to document this huge event, and I scurried around trying to sweep up little bits of curls into an envelope for his baby book. I didn’t even cry.

When he was done, the stylist offered him a sucker. He had no interest in it, so Taylor ate it instead. I guess all our efforts at giving him a well-balanced diet with lots of fruit has paid off. The kid doesn’t even know what candy is and refused to give it a taste. We joked that next time, we would bring in Blueberries as his reward.

While I ache a little at the loss of his shoulder length hair, I was thrilled to see that it stayed curly despite his first trim. Those curls make my heart sing.

Another step towards growing up has crossed our lives. We survived without tears from anyone. I’ll call it a success.

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