AUTHOR: Carolyn Savage | POSTED: July 17, 2012 | COMMENTS: 5 Comments
CATEGORIES: Love This...Not So Much,
I love getting my hair cut! Actually, I don’t know that it’s the cut that makes me so happy. I think it’s the experience. You know…the hum of multiple hair dryers, the buzz I get from the salon chemicals, and the realization that I get to sit still for thirty minutes ALL BY MYSELF, are just more than any mother of five could ask for!
Unfortunately, my kids don’t share my enthusiasm for haircuts.
Drew got his first hair cut when he was one. It wasn’t a big production. Just the removal of the curls at the back of his neck in the interest of not wanting him to sport a mullet for his first birthday party.
Unfortunately, the next haircut didn’t go so smoothly.
In fact, between the ages of 1 and 3, Drew and Ryan both became demonically possessed at the mere sight of scissors. During that time I think I went to every low budget salon in town–once–simply because after their embarrassing behavior, I couldn’t go back. Spitting, kicking and cursing were not uncommon during these visits which not only made a liar out of me, “I don’t know where they could have learned such language!”, but also resulted in me having to shell out “hazard pay” in the form of tips that were greater than the cost of the cut.
In the interest of sparing my nerves, my pocketbook, and because I’m a DIY kind of mom, I eventually resorted to cutting the boys hair myself. I convinced myself it wasn’t going to be all that difficult. If I can flawlessly install a waterline to my fridge and successfully wire all of my lighting fixtures, surely I can cut my son’s hair, right? How hard could it be?
Turns out…kind of hard!
Eventually Drew fired me as his stylist after a particularly off day with the scissors!
That was fine. By then their behavior had improved and Sean had loosened the purse strings enough to allow me to splurge on some quality professional cuts!
But you know how history tends to repeat itself?
Well…history kind of repeated itself.
Honestly, at the birth of my daughter, I thought I’d escaped the inevitability of “haircut hell”. I’ll just let it grow was my mantra until I realized MK had inherited the same bizarre growth patterns that plague my own head. Namely, my hair only grows in the back. Turns out my kid’s tendency to grow a mullet is genetic!
Learning from my past mistakes, I decided to cut MK’s hair myself, from the very getgo. I’m happy to report that it seems I’m better at cutting girl hair, as MK’s first cut was actually a whopping success!
What I have learned, however, is that at-home haircuts can still give way to drama. I’m not sure if she’s all freaked out because..
…I was using craft scissors to wack off a of couple inches…
…or if it’s because she’s keenly aware that my fine motor skills and eye sight are slipping with age.
Luckily the age-old lollipop treat seemed to erase the trauma!
And the results came out quite cute!
So, yes…history kind of repeated itself.
But thankfully, my hair cutting ability, like my wit, has improved with age.