As I’m sure many parents are, I have been very diligent at keeping my little boy’s baby book up to date. The date and order of his first 10 teeth are recorded in there. The day he first uttered the sounds Mama and Dada is proudly written down (both on the same day – Mama first!). Even the date he first made an animal sound, but there was one key moment that was yet to have a date next to it – his first hair cut…
Towards the end of last year I was becoming more and more aware that he really did need his hair cutting. A number of times a day he would scrunch his face up and rub his forehead, trying to get the hair out of his eyes. Also, most meal times he would wince as his hair got pulled in the velcro of his bib, but I didn’t want him to have it cut. He has got such lovely, crazy, curly hair and I didn’t want him to lose it. It’s so cute!
Another reason I was avoiding it was because my little man freaks out very easily. During his 12 month jabs he got so upset he threw up over nearly everything and everyone in sight. When we tried to sleep train him we gave up in less than 5 minutes, which is when he threw up all over the cot, wall, carpet and himself. He can have his dummy at night until I can explain that he’s a big boy and doesn’t need it anymore – it’s not worth the washing and the 1001!
So despite these two reasons, between Christmas and New Year I decided it really needed to be cut, before he started walking into things (more than usual) because he couldn’t see. I looked at the price list of one of the hairdressers in our town that specialises in cutting children’s hair and I decided I didn’t want to pay that much just to snip a couple of bits of hair, so thought I would do it myself and I did. It started off really well. I opted to go for the fringe first because I assumed that would be the worst bit and wanted to get it out of the way. I thought as he could see the scissors he might be concerned by the site of them but he was absolutely fine and so was his fringe. It was fairly straight and it was still crazy and curly. Pleased with my initial efforts and the little one’s bravery I moved round to the back. This didn’t go so well. I held the first piece of hair, lined the scissors up, started to close them and the wriggly little monkey moved his head forward and his hair pulled in the scissors and he screamed. I had still managed to cut some of it in the process and so now I had a screaming child with wonky hair at the back. His Daddy calmed him down and sat him back down and I tried again. This time the sound of the scissors opening behind his head sent him loopy. Did I think at that point “let’s just leave it”? No. I said “he’s screaming anyway, we might as well finish it, otherwise he’ll look silly”. So I did and he still looked silly. By just cutting along the back I had given him a bob. Then I felt terrible because I felt like I had traumatised him and realised that’s why people pay lots of money, so their children scream at someone else and they associate that stranger with the haircutting experience. They charge so much because it’s danger money, to compensate for toddlers throwing buggy books at them as they walk down the street.
Fortunately, the next day, his hair bounced up again a bit at the back and the bob effect was reduced slightly. Next time, he’s going to the hairdresser and I will always remember that date in his book!