Taking the Scenic Route

Haircut Hell

We cut Zane’s hair.  We found a stylist that specializes in kids who hate to get their hair cut.  She was genuinely nice, and instead of getting frustrated with him diving all over the place, she just seemed really focused. Despite the fact that I don’t really like the cut, I like how she treated him and us and if I ever decide to trim his hair, I am going to try her again for that single fact alone.  It wasn’t a spectacular looking cut, but certainly a whole lot better than the chop job I gave him.  It was a great cut considering he didn’t hold still for one second and we were in a constant battle to keep him on the cute animal chair thing.  She was careful, quick and kind.  The area of the salon was really cute…had an animal/jungle theme and a tv with a huge selection of kid’s videos, and suckers (which was particularly helpful for us since he has never had a sucker and almost never gets sugar…he was very interested in it)

I am just so sad.  I only wanted to trim his hair, but he moved and I got a huge chunk, and then I was trying to correct it…it just kept getting shorter and shorter.  His beautiful long hair is now short.  Shorter than I ever wanted it.  I like being able to see his eyes better, but I never wanted it this short.  Zach hates it. Really, really hates it.  Zane cries and grabs his hair every time he gets a glance of himself in the mirror, or even just when he is walking around and can’t see it, but feels that it is gone.  It really sucks.  I hate this whole thing.  It is depressing.  We are going to try and get some pictures for Easter, and at least we have a hat to cover up his head. 

It just looks so blah now…there is no personality to it.  It is the boring, dime a dozen boy haircuts now.  Wanna know the kicker?….despite the fact it is an extremely boyish cut, and we dress him in boy clothes, he still is called ’she’ every single time we have been out.  every. flippin’. time.  It wasn’t even remotely worth it.  I just need to let go of that little part of me that was unsettled having to correct people when they call him a ’she’, because it doesn’t matter one iota how I dress him or have his hair.

Most people around here would probably compliment it, which just makes it worse because I just feel sick thinking of how I ruined his hair.  It grows back, I know, but it will probably be the end of summer before it starts looking like him again.  I just hate that Zane is so upset by it.  I never thought he would dislike it so much…I just thought he hated the process of it but didn’t really understand what was going on.  I was really wrong.  At least I didn’t go to somebody who was hostile and we had to massively restrain him to do it.