Thorin’ s hair has been of constant concern to Ward and my mother. It become like a thing, Man.
Both of them demanding he get a haircut especially before kindergarten starts. My mom going as far as telling me kids would make fun of him. I could take him being made fun of for his hair over a few other things that keep me up at night.
It doesn’t help that he gets mistaken for a girl at least once a day. Honestly, what is it with these people? Can’t they see he’s a dude? He wears Avenger t-shirts, camo shorts, hiking boots. I can see mistaking him for being a girl – if he was a lesbian.
I put my foot down over all this hair cutting talk because I thought cutting his hair would really play in to stupid stereotypes and
conventions. And – he has beautiful hair. AND – if your husband and mother agree on something you should think that thing over very carefully.
But, then I took a hard look at a recent photo of Thorin. Holy crap! He looks like a girl! It’s the haircut! (Courtesy of me. Cheap-O. Bad hair cutter!)
He went from what his CDS case manager called “My little surfer boy.” To something quite else.
I told Ward in a panic we should cut Thorin’s hair. Ward grabbed Thorin and pulled him onto a kitchen stool yelling at me to “Get the scissors!”. Geesh, so fearful I would change my mind. Ward and I joined forces – and cut his hair. It was an Edward Scissorhands moment for sure.
My sister said now his hair looks like his first-year-art-school-girlfriend cut it.
We go to a professional this weekend. I know how I want his hair to look. I even have a photo for the hairdresser.
Girl looks like a dude.