This weekend, we are heading up to Atlanta for a bridal shower for my sister. The trip sort of crept up on me and now I am frantically trying to get us ready for another weekend of traveling. Today, as I hauled out suitcases and rounded up outfits for the weekend’s festivities, I glanced over at Bean and stopped in my tracks.
There was no way I could take him to a bridal shower with 45 of our closest family and friends with that toupe on his head.
So this afternoon while we were out shopping for my sister’s shower gift, we stopped in a Super Cuts for a drastic Bean make-over. We’ve had his hair cut before and Chris and I have done it ourselves at home, too. But we’ve never had so much cut before and we’ve never had a little style. We’ve always just trimmed a little here and there. This time though, it was intense. I told the woman to make his hair the same length all over.
Bean sat on my lap in the chair like a little pro. Like he gets haircuts every day. He was perfectly still and didn’t make a peep.
He didn’t even get scared when she turned on the razor. He just turned to see what the buzzing noise was and then he sat there while she worked on his little head.
In fact, the only person who flinched at all was me. When they cut off his little curls on top of his head. Even though it was part of the plan and I knew it was coming, I still jumped a little and cried out when she snipped those little floppy curls off the top of my baby’s head.
But in the end, I think it was totally the right decision. Bean’s hair is now the same length all over and he looks so much older! So handsome! I love it!
Chris was so proud of Bean. See, to Chris, hair cuts are almost as important as life itself. It was like a rite of passage. I don’t think I’ve ever known Chris to go longer than three weeks between haircuts. And he usually keeps them at two weeks, unless an act of God keeps him away. And even then, you can bet that he’ll be in the following week no matter what.
I used to think he got haircuts so regularly because he has really thick hair. And long, thick hair on a guy is just a little too…well…long and thick. But one afternoon a year or so ago, he called me after work to say that he was going to stop and get his hair cut on his way home. I told him I was almost to the salon where he got his hair cut and why didn’t I just meet him up there. He kind of hesitated and then started stammering.
“Well…I don’t know…Why don’t I just meet you at the house when I’m done?”
“That’s silly,” I said. “I’ll just meet you up there.”
“Yeah…okay…but…its just…I really like my time alone when I get my hair cut.”
“How come?” I asked.
“Cause my hair cut girl is SMOKIN’ HOT!” he said.
The truth shall set you free, Chris. The truth shall set you free.
So, I let him have his little “date” every two weeks with his hair lady. It seemed like the right thing to do. After all, I don’t like to be interrupted when I’m drooling over Tim Riggins in Friday Night Lights, so this seemed only fair.
But now that Bean is getting his little hairs cut like a big guy, I can just see this whole new world opening up for Bean and Chris. A world where the two of them ditch Mom at the house and go get their hair cut together. A world where every hairdresser is beautiful and haircuts last for hours.
In my family, father/son bonding begins in the hair salon.