As you all know, JD is turning 6 this summer (Where did the time go?) and I remember his first haircut very clearly. We didn’t go to a kiddo haircut place with a car to sit in. It’s wasn’t one of those places where you get a balloon with all those bells and whistles.
My best friend Katie, JD’s godmother, is a stylist and she gave him his first trim. It was really special. For the past 6 years, my little boy had gorgeous, long blond locks. Floppy, sun-kissed hair. A surfer boy ‘do.
My wise a*s brothers called his hair (just to me and not to JD) a mop top. “Give the kid a real haircut,” they pleaded and pleaded. I couldn’t do it. I loved his thick, pin-straight golden locks and JD never expressed to me that he didn’t like his hair.
It’s summer. It’s hot. JD has a lot of gorgeous hair. My friend Ed recently noted, his hair is awesome in the winter—because he doesn’t need a hat—but it’s 100 degrees out now, so he’s probably sweating under all that hair. (Thanks, Ed!)
JD was due for a cut. I made an appointment for him at Public Image in Wayne. They have an awesome barber shop and he’s been going to this young guy, Manny, for the past few months.
Walking in, I just knew that I’d walk out with someone else. Check out Mr. Bed Head! (I LOVE IT!!)
I’m being dramatic.
JD climbed into Manny’s chair.
I sat in the chair next to him.
Manny showed me a bunch of pictures in a book and JD decided he wanted a “short” haircut. Manny told me to trust him—famous last words—and I did. Hair grows back, rang in my head.
It got shorter and shorter. Beautiful golden strips of blond fell to the floor and I snatched one up, tucking it into a pocket in my purse. My little blond mop top was no more. Before me was a big boy with little side burns and cool uneven bangs (that were cut purposely like that). He has, like, a George Clooney haircut. And it looks really freaking adorable!
After his cut, we went to a block party and everyone agreed his new cut was fabulous. “I like it, dude!” said Ed.
Throughout the course of the day however, I did find myself looking for my little mop top, feeling a tinge of panic in my stomach, searching the space, then realizing my kid was two steps away from me, plummeting down a super slide.
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