My son got a haircut at a hair salon.
Let's rewind to 2010, when he was 2 years old. I took him to get a haircut at one of those chain places. He kicked the poor girl. He cried and screamed so loud that patrons left. And it was so long ago, I think he may have gotten nicked with the scissors on his ear. But I could be making that up.
Regardless, he refused to get his hair cut. Eventually I was able to cut his hair at home.
He would say "only 25 cuts" and would count each time I snipped. I told my Mom, "I just don't want him to look like an a-hole." I didn't trust my styling expertise. But I tried, and whenever his hair got too long, we would sit down on the kitchen floor, mirror in front of us, and would pray it would come out OK.
And then came in Jenn. OUR hairdresser.
Jenn is a friend of mine. She has her own little shop in at a hairdresser co-op place. She has her own room...with a door that can shut. I've been going to her for a few years. Jonathan has come with me on occasion. So he saw Jenn in action.
When I told Jenn that Jonathan would not get his haircut at a salon, she accepted it as a challenge. She gave me pointers on how to cut his hair at home. We made "appointments" to just visit her and try to sit in her chair. She told me, "He can come here 100 times and sit in the chair. I don't care. It will happen one day."
For some reason, I recently stopped cutting his hair. The last time I cut it, it was August, right before school started. So it was long. REAL long.
|Taken a few days ago. Long. Real long.|
Since Jonathan still loves to watch pre-school TV, there are lots of episodes of his favorite shows with characters receiving haircuts. Shows like Handy Manny, Dora, Bubble Guppies, Team Umizoomi. And for some reason, they were on a lot this week.
We made an appointment. We had no expectations.
I told him if he let Jenn cut his hair, we could go get a doughnut.
Who cares. It worked.
Jenn was AMAZING. Patient. Kind. Listened to Jonathan and did everything to make him comfortable. He even chatted it up with her! It was amazing to watch.
And then I realized, he was not such a little boy anymore. He was growing up. His hair was shorter. He had confidence to let someone do something that was scary to him. He was trying.
That's when I cried. I also realized that this haircut meant more to me then his very first one when he was a baby.
|"I have short hair!"|
But ever the comedian, Jonathan asked about getting some hair color. And Jenn made it happen. (Don't worry. It washes out).
Jonathan has agreed to go again. No more "a-hole haircut from Mom" for him. He is now a big boy.
And I cannot thank my dear friend Jenn enough for accepting a challenge and making it happen. She is not only OUR hairdresser. She is OUR friend.
PS. You can visit Jenn's at her J.Erin Designs website here!