Many a time I have looked up at one kid or another as they walk into the room, and I literally have to squeeze my mouth shut to keep my comments from being spoken out loud. Unforutnately there were a few times my words would fly out of my mouth and dash straight to their unguarded feelings.
“GAWD you need a haircut. Look how scraggly it is!”
Actually, I’m pretty good about keeping those words to myself, and instead try to tip toe around the problem at hand.
My husband? Not so much.
“They look like a girl!” He would tell me of the boys. Sometimes in front of the boys. “If we’re going to spend $15 on haircuts, they better come out of the salon with shorter hair.”
So I would go tip toe-ing to the kids and talk about their hair.
They would look gloomily at the floor, and mutter “but I like it this way….”
Finally, after years of being the go-between, I convinced them that a ‘styled’ cut could still be somewhat long, but not look so shaggy. They agreed. ‘Course it helped that they both began attending a private high school that had a hair cut dress code.
Now we only occasionally have a talk about how they wear their hair.
But at the time, I thought I had it rough – honestly – trying to allow my kids to express themselves, but still keep my husband happy, and knowing deep down myself that they do look scraggily, but not wanting to rock the boat with any of them… it was kinda stressful.
But today I found out that we did not have it bad at all. NOT AT ALL.
Today I was in Hobby Lobby picking out calligraphy ink for my son, and I could hear a young couple talking behind me. They sounded sweet enough, and seemed to be very friendly and happy, and were quite polite with the sales clerk.
We both happened to finish up at the same time. I had yet to see them, but once they walked by me I was shocked! In fact, I couldn’t help but stare.
The girl seemed normal enough. But her boyfriend just blew me away! The first thing I noticed was his ears. They were hanging down to his shoulders. LITERALLY! Maybe you’ve seen them before – the big black circles the size of a frying pan pierced through the ear with the lobes wrapped around them… Since his back was to me, I felt like I deserved to stare. I wanted to make sure they were actually his lobes around that big ol’ thing. OMG. I think they were.
When they got to the check out register, he turned slightly. His entire left eyebrow was framed with little silver studs. He musta had at least 10 around his brow.
I look lower.
Yep. Four silver studs in his nose. Multiple studs in his lips. Tattoos up and down his arms. And his pants hanging around his _______ (you fill in the blank).
I don’t even want to imagine about what he’d had done under his clothes.
And all I could think as I left the store was…
I got on my kids for having long hair? Never again.