Jack had been asking me to go to "The Haircut Place" for weeks. That would be the "Salon" to everyone else, to Lucy, it is "The Haircut Store". I had been avoiding this because it is an errand I particularly hate. It's hard to predict if it will be awesome or disastrous.
Lucy hopped up on the chair and told the stylist exactly what she wanted. The stylist was trying to talk the three year old out of a bob, too short she said. I felt certain these two could come to an agreement so I moved on to Jack. I told her just a trim because he has such beautiul curls and showed her with my finger how much we were thinking. She smiled and I asked if it would be okay for me to run next door to get a drink. Lucy's stylist shushed me out the door and assured me all was fine.
I returned ten minutes later to find EVERY curl had been cut off of Jack's head. Every. last. curl. Part of my mother heart died in that moment. "It's just hair, it's just hair...." I said on repeat in my head. The worst part was she was STILL cutting. I literally walked over and very cheerfully said I thought it was fine and we probably were good. I wanted to cry. She shrugged and said she just wanted to make sure it was even.
Jack jumped out of the chair and looked at me. I was speechless. Josiah saved the day.
"Jack, you look like a college student!" he said. "Awesome!" Jack said. He did look like a college student, the one that passed out before everyone else, if you know what I mean.
I finally came up with, "Do you feel older buddy?" I said. He smiled and was already climbing in the car. It was a total hack job. Not even a good haircut by regular standards. In some weird way, I think it was good. Haircuts invite you to a new stage in life, a new identity. Jack is happy and I'm just praying his curls return. After all, it's just hair, it's just hair.
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