Little Life Snippet – The Hair Cut
The first and last time I cut my sons hair I was certain I knew what I was doing. He has extremely curly hair and I had been attempting to grow it out. Eventually it grew too long to maintain, so I decided I’d give it a little trim.
I took him out back with a pair of scissors and started trimming. No matter what I did, I just could not get it even. Shorter and shorter I cut until there weren’t many locks left. Still unsatisfied, I moved on to clippers. I grabbed Vijay’s clippers from our bathroom, turned them on and started trimming more. By the time I was done all that was left was a little naked head staring back at me and a sweet little boy waiting patiently in a chair, bits of hair scattered all around him on the concrete.
Vijay walked out as soon as I finished and said, “Oh, honey! What were you thinking?”
That’s when I knew in absolute certainty that I had crossed the line. My child was bald, he didn’t know it yet, and I was the one who did it to him.
“Do you want to see your new haircut?” I asked him, trying to sound excited and confident, knowing full well that the little trim he was expecting would not be staring back at him in the mirror.
“Yes!” He gets up quickly and skips into his room to look in his mirrored closet door. “Oh mom!” he says turning his face side to side, touching his round, shiny head. “Something is wrong!” He stares in the mirror, searching for his words. “All my hair is missing!”
But think of the money you saved!