When I called the Greek God(zilla) from JFK airport before boarding my return flight home, he proudly reeled off a list of all the things he had accomplished while I had been away.
– folding, ironing and putting away toddler laundry that I had washed and dried at 5.45am on the day I left
– arranging for one of his best mates to stay for the weekend to hang a picture on the wall, re-fix the house number outside, put up a hanging basket and keep from feeling too lonely while watching the Champions League Final and drinking beer
– changing sheets on the spare bed after said best mate had left.
I wanted to ask if this was merely out of consideration for our next overnight guest or if there had been an ‘incident’, but later decided I really did not want to go there… like, ever
– food shopping completed almost exactly to the list I had prepared earlier
– reading, playing, bathing, hair washing, teeth brushing, hair brushing, bed making, feeding, watering, wiping etc
– toddler delivered to nursery, albeit dressed in very questionable attire (orange top, green jeans… just saying)
‘Oh, and I took Zachy for a haircut’ he added right at the end
‘A bit shorter than usual’
‘How short?’ I repeated, the panic rising in my voice.
‘It’s short, he looks like a little boy now’
While I was out of the country doing my best to boost the economy, he had chopped my baby’s gorgeous long locks off.
I love long hair on boys, I love long hair on my little boy. May he always want to wear his hair long, I say!
Although not everyone agrees with me and I have long had to defend my choice not to cut his hair short.
On holiday last year, I politely ignored as many comments that he looks like a girl as I did inpolite suggestions that I should chop it all off.
It has been a topic of debate at home too, as the Greek God(zilla) believes that cutting his hair will in turn make it much stronger. This is a MYTH. Do not believe anyone who tells you this. Although, I guess cutting it may make hair healthier if you have subjected it to years of abuse with various styling products and heated appliances. Not really an issue for my not yet 3-year old boy though.
Anyway, all pros & cons aside, the Greek God(zilla) is
forbidden actively discouraged from making any style decisions by himself without direction.
One day, he came home with a round mahogany dining table set that not only did not match any of the other furniture in our house, it did not fit either, so we had it propped up against a wall in one of the bedrooms for months on end until eventually it was ‘recycled’.
Another time, I came home to find he had rediscovered a few posters from his youth and was nostalgically sticking them up on the walls IN OUR LOUNGE with bluetack.
Let’s not also forget the double denim faux pas, the wicker bookshelf, the mixing and matching of different wood types in one room, the fishing net white jumper…
Can I bear to think again about the orange top & green trousers combo mentioned above?
But, I really did not want to start complaining to the Greek God(zilla) as soon as I walked through the door. Not after he had been so kind as to facilitate a trip for me to NYC with my mates, drove us to the airport, loaned his credit card and kept my baby safe and well while I was away.
I also did not want to take one look at Z, burst into tears over a few centimetres (inches?) of hair and make him feel that I was not delighted to see him or did not like his new look.
So I decided that I would love it, even if I didn’t.
But I need not have worried.
Here is my little boy with his new haircut, looking as super sweet and handsome as ever*.
In the words of the Great (yeah yeah, make the most of it) Greek Godzilla – it’s only hair, love.
And, I still love it.
*I dressed him in these photos, obviously
Do you have a boy with long hair? Do you feel pressurised to cut it shorter?
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