Today, I did the thing I have put off for 22 months. I took Minimonkey and had his hair cut. What's the big deal you might ask? Since he was born I have let him be a long haired wild child. I have at times even braided his flowing locks. Finally though it had to happen.
We took brother to have his hair trimmed so he no longer looked like a hobo. While the Minimonkey was watching the activity in the Barber Shop he announced he was "big boy" and headed to an unoccupied chair. What was a mother to do? Besides of course take the path of least resistance. I could of said no. I could of made him wait and tried to distract him but he decided he was a "big boy".
So I signed him in with the most wonderful badass with a scissors. She took the time to bring him a booster seat and raise the chair. When it became apparent that the cape to keep the hair off his clothing was going to be an issue she didn't insist. Instead she helped him remove it. Snip, snip, snip. All to suddenly my Mini monkey went from having long baby locks to being a boy. She worked with him taking care to encourage his enthusiasm and soothing the fear when she dampened his tresses. As mama I might of worried about him wiggling and losing an ear and the entire time she kept up a witty banter.
So as of today Minimonkey has no more curls. As he says he is a "big boy". This mama however has a bit of an ache in her heart. Hidden in her purse is an envelope a kind barber labeled "Minimonkey's 1st hair cut". I will probably get it put into his memory book in the morning. Tonight, though I took the time to run my fingers through his now short hair and indulge in a cuddle with my boy who is no longer a baby.
