Last summer, Iliya mentioned wanting a haircut “like daddy’s.” I am not against little boys having buzzed haircuts, but since Iliya’s hair was so pretty, and since I knew that he would probably look substantially older, sans his pretty locks, I just wasn’t ready for that sort of ‘do on him. I was able to put him off by telling him that – once he became older, he was welcome to wear his hair however he wanted to.
By older, I meant…you know, 18 :) And I guess he heard…when you turn 6.
Fortunately, he held off on asking again, but about a month ago, out of the blue, he mentioned it again. I gave him my standard “no, you don’t really need your hair cut that short…wait till you’re older” answer. “But I AM older than the last time I asked,” he persisted. I guess he got me on that technicality…but the icing on the cake was when Nathan joined him in pestering me about it. Then, I realized that hair is just hair, and it wasn’t like Iliya was asking for anything outlandish…so…why not?
“HOWEVER,” I insisted, “I have one stipulation. Let us have our family photos taken and THEN we will go get your haircut.” It was a deal…and boy, was he ecstatic.
But by that statement, I meant…you know, maybe you’ll forget for a couple weeks, if we don’t talk about it? And I guess he heard…something a little different.
Because the very second our family pictures were overwith, we got in the car, and he asked if our next stop was the haircut place.
Of course, it wasn’t, but that meant I wasn’t off the hook in keeping my end of the deal.
So yesterday, I took Iliya to get his hair cut “like daddy’s.” This child hates getting his hair cut, so it’s pretty much understood how badly he wanted to do this…in fact, the girl that cuts his hair said that she’s never seen him more excited to get a haircut!
Knowing this, even though I wasn’t too happy about it, I couldn’t rain on his parade – he was grinning from ear to ear the entire time she worked on it. It was all he could do to hold somewhat still, because as she turned the chair, he kept glancing in the mirror, watching every move she made.
Sigh. When did he get so big?
Afterward, he was thrilled. He bounced out of the salon and has been bouncing about it, ever since. I haven’t been able to get a good photo of him, so cell phone pics you get. But I guess that’ll do.
This morning, when he came in and got in bed with us, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and it was as if he’d actually forgotten that it had been cut…the biggest grin bloomed across his face and he couldn’t stop admiring his new look. “Do you think they’ll recognize me at school today?” he asked.
How do I like it, you may be wondering? I’ll put it this way – he’s my kiddo, I think he’s handsome, and I love him no matter what his hair looks like. And I’ve refrained from being overly emotional (one way or the other) about it…because honestly, I don’t ever want him to think that the amount of love I have for him will change based on physical features. Of course, between you & me, I still like his hair longer, because it’s still more “little boy” to me…but he likes the new look; it makes him feel handsome and good… and in the end, that’s what matters.