Tough Weekend

My son got a haircut. A BIG TIME haircut. I suggested we get it trimmed a little because for heavens sake, he couldn't even see. So we went to his usual place, they trimmed it and he HATED it. Honestly, I did, too. It looked like an adult woman's hair cut. Then realizing he had a basketball game later that afternoon, he just HAD to get it cut again before anyone saw him like that. Which I was completely okay with. I understood. So he decided - yes HE decided - to get his hair cut short. He asked me to pull out photos from a few years ago when his hair was short so he could see how he wanted it cut. We took the photo to the hairstylist, and they cut it just as we asked. He said he liked it.

Two hours later, after the basketball game, he broke down in tears. He hated it. I think it finally hit him that one of the things that always made him stand out - his long crazy hair - was now gone. It really was a part of him and a reflection of his personality. Of course, he has a lot of wonderful things that make him stand out but he loved that hair. Oh well. So it was a tough weekend and he wore a hoodie all day yesterday and to school Monday. I think it'll just take a little getting used to. Right??? :)

So chalk it up to another moment worthy of scrapping. It'll grow back.

Have a great week everyone!