SOL 22: hairy situation

My youngest is a pandemic baby. If you don’t know what I mean—look it up. It’s a thing…this breed of feral babes that are just built differently. They are overstimulated. They are easily occupied in the home but are scared of anything outside of their yard. The CDC even recently changed the developmental milestones for infants and toddlers. Was this change in the works or did Covid encourage the change? Who knows. All I am certain about is that my pandemic baby has shortened my life by at least 8 years. This kid is wild.

As we continue to live through a pandemic, we are more Covid conscious than most. This is likely because we are just so uncertain about what it would do to George if he were to test positive. We don’t go anywhere without masks. We’ve essentially stayed away from everyone. We’ve cut out experiences that seemed a bit too people-y. Our Theo has still never been in a shopping cart.

So you can imagine that haircuts weren’t high on our priority list. Aaron and George like their hair short. So I invested in a decent pair of clippers and a buzz it every few weeks. McKenna and I wear it long and Aunt Colleen safely gave us a couple of good cuts when needed. I’ve been doing a semi decent job of keeping up with my own bangs for over a year now. And Theo was just a baby. How much hair could he have?

George’s first at home haircut
McKenna getting a haircut a year into the pandemic—in our kitchen
we may be in trouble sooner than we thought

Funny thing about babies. They grow. And so does their hair. Especially when it’s been 18+ months since they were born. This kid’s hair grew and grew and grew. And yet Covid conscious us were not taking an unmasked baby turned toddler for a hair cut. So we let it grow. A lot.

It hit his shoulder. It grew past his shoulders. He could no longer see. So around 18 months I fancied myself a stylist and trimmed it up.

BAD IDEA

It wasn’t good. At all. It was a blunt banged mullet. What on earth was I thinking? My sister who was team haircut told me I had no other choice but to get him a real haircut now that I had messed it up so badly. Luckily it grew in a pretty well and we were left with this business casual look.

I like his hair long. Theo likes it long. Just as I did as a child, he pulls and twists it as his self-soothing technique. I still do it as an adult but more as an anxiety tell. But it is interesting how many people have an opinion about the hair of a child who is not theirs. Pretty much everyone.

He looks like a girl. 
You must cut it.
I thought you had a baby boy?
Why haven’t you cut it?
I vote haircut.

And my all time favorite: you’re going to confuse him.

SAY WHAT?

A fellow long haired sons friend has been supporting me through all the heckling from the peanut gallery. Every time a new comment is said, I immediately send it to her. It’s only solidifying my resolve to never cut it until he’s old enough to drive himself there. And pay for it. I’m serious. Every comment is adding a month or two to my refusal to cut it. And if those adorable curls keep growing in the back, I may never cut it. Ever.

I have given a couple of other bad trims since the first. Most notable was when I thought I would get fancy and texturize it. This did not go well. Luckily, each time, it has filled in nicely with no lasting damage. Every now and then, when he eats something especially messy, I toss it up in a man bun. It’s not ideal but it does the trick.

So today when a kindly person on IG sent a message asking why I would torture my son with long hair, I wanted to tell them to kick rocks. I didn’t. I took a deep breath and told them that Theo would take their suggestion under consideration and get back to them at a later date. Who the hell has time to worry about someone else’s toddler’s hair anyway?

I am writing for the 15th annual Slice of Life challenge presented by Two Writing Teachers.

6 Comments

  1. Hahaha, I love this! I love the way your recounted this story across time full of sarcasm and wit. And the pictures are awesome, too. I feel your pain–I did not want to cut my son’s full head of curls when he was a toddler, and I held out against the wishes of pretty much everyone else around me. Once he was old enough and told me he wanted a haircut, I cut it. But until then, those curls were there for me!

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  2. I hear you! Goodness I had so many family members asking me. After two years we chopped it. It’s already been a year and it’s starting to get long again! Stay strong! Cheers to man buns!

    The reasons and excused people come up with to say we should cute boys hair… we are torturing them? How so? Should would be cutting little girls hair as well? My favorite by far is when the reason to cut it is “he looks like a girl”. I just cant!

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  3. Pingback: SOL 22: springing in | Karyn In The Kitchen

      • Wow. Congratulations on being my very first negative comment. But we don’t tolerate trolls here. Please troll along somewhere else. We follow the golden rule: treat others as you would want them to treat you.

        Also—you don’t know us. But to fill you in, my 4 year old has a rare fever syndrome. Covid would land him in the hospital or worse. We also care for my husband’s 93 year old grandfather. We take no chances. It’s not hurting you. So why don’t you get over my life and continue on with your own altered reality.

        🎶 Why are you so obsessed with me? 🎶

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