We'd already been talking to him about cutting his hair for the summer and letting it grow out again for the school year. He was very very VERY attracted to the idea of no tangles and no hair brushing.
And while I was expecting to return to see his Gladiator haircut from a few years ago, what I got was a bit of a shocker. So much so, in fact, that I literally didn't recognize him from behind when I picked him up at school.
When he turned around, of course, all I could see were his gorgeous black-sea eyes. But then, I honestly had to fight back the tears. It was just such a dramatic difference, and it really caught me off guard.
And yes, I do know how silly that sounds. And no, of course it doesn't change at all what I think or feel about him. That would be ridiculous. I'd love that boy if he was dyed polka-dotted purple and turned inside out.
|His locks just a week ago|
So now what?
He mentioned this evening that he missed his long hair, as he longingly ran his fingers across his newly landscaped plane. He came right out and said, in fact, that he didn't really like how it looked on him after all, curling up his lip and scowling and everything, after which I promptly explained the concept of buyer's remorse.
He does still seem a little nervous about the change himself. He chose a style he thought he liked out of a magazine, but you know that never really ever works. Of course we told him how handsome he looked. How we hadn't really seen his whole face like this since he was a toddler. How it doesn't ever matter what he wears or what he looks like. And that his hair doesn't make him who he is inside, to which he immediately responded, "Can I get a mohawk then and color it red?"
At school he took a little ribbing for looking like a stranger in the morning, but it seems to have dissipated by afternoon recess as the novelty began to wear off. On the upside, he's totally taking advantage of the fact that his scar is now showing. His sister rammed him into a bannister when they were about 4 or 5, busting open his head and leaving him quite the Harry Potteresque bolt on the upper left-hand side of his skull. He's decided to randomly make up its origins instead, of course, and completely leaves out the fact that he promptly returned the favor, although it's not likely we'll be seeing hers anytime soon. (Knock on wood.)
The amount of attention he's getting hasn't hurt either. Not a one of us, including his sister, can seem to stop rubbing his head every single time we walk by him. So, although, he's not completely happy with it, he, like the rest of us, is taking a little time to get used to it and own it.