Being a mom for around 15 and half months now has taught me plenty of stuff and one of which is what I am going to share with you today.
Except that time in my childhood when I decided to cut my hair to a pretty absurd and uneven do, I don’t really have any experience in giving somebody a haircut, so cutting C’s hair was a territory I never thought I would venture into. When C reached a year old, he badly needed a haircut so my husband and I took him to a hairdresser for the first time. He got a haircut all right but not without crying and wriggling so much that we thought he would not be able to come out of it without bleeding cuts here and there.
After a month and half, he needed a haircut again so we brought him to the same place but for some reason, the entire process was worse than the first one. He was crying, screaming and literally fighting the hairdresser. He didn’t like his hair to be touched! With three people (me, my husband, and hairdresser) working together, he was able to get a haircut with his ears still attached to his head but the little bugger can cause some scene, I tell you. Everybody was looking at us during the whole thing and when we were finally done, everybody cheered.
I didn’t like to go through that embarrassing process again so when he needed another haircut two weeks ago, I made a decision I never thought I’d make in my existence—I decided to give my son a haircut. I told myself, I should start to learn how to do it now while he still does not care about how his hair looks. Ok, I was really afraid that he would cry and resist me while I cut his hair but at least, I was pretty sure that he will not wail and curse me after seeing the result.
So one morning, I placed his chair in the bathroom, let him sit there, gave him a toy, and told him that I am going to cut his hair. I am pretty sure he understood me because he made a motion of cutting his hair. To my surprise, it was not that difficult at all. He was perfectly behaved the whole time. Of course, he moved every now and then but every time I tell him not to move, he tried his best to be still.
I know that he felt that nothing could go wrong because it is “Mama” who is cutting his hair and not some stranger, and we were at home without unfamiliar people looking at us. C trusted me but you know who didn’t? My husband. Because when I called him to tell him that I successfully gave C a haircut, I got a very awkward silence followed by a “….you know you are not talented with that.” Haha! He was afraid I made C look ridiculous but that changed after he saw C’s new do. Of course, C’s new haircut is far from perfect because I cut the front part a tad too short, but it is decent. I am quite proud of my boy for behaving so well and of myself for being able to give him a neat haircut.
Maybe that was just my beginner’s luck or maybe I am naturally talented with it. LOL! We will see in C’s next haircut.