Well, first of all, he’s not two yet and second it’s just not possible. Children are victims of their parents. Their only hope, but they don’t realize it until they’re adults, is that we don’t totally embarrass them to the point where looking through a family album makes them cry about being alive.

Schubaboobaly still has his baby hair. He has not yet had that first real haircut and I’m not sure how soon, if ever, he will have “the cut.” My oldest son came to this same point in his life right before the age of two. I was also hesitant to allow his little curls to be cut because I wanted to preserve the innocence that everything baby about him represented. He never complained about the length of his hair, but I finally got to the point where it was tiring having people confuse him with being a girl. I also wanted to put an end to the occasional, “all-inquiring-minds-want-to-know” question of “When are you going to get his hair cut?,” being posed to me by more than just family members. I’m not sure why people felt they deserved a timeline of my child’s hair maintenance.

As a new mother, I didn’t necessarily feel pressured, but I thought it was time to allow my baby to finally grow up. Wow! What a difference a haircut made. He went from little baby boy to a cute, little young man. The change was amazing and I was actually happy that it had finally been done. Now, I stay on top of his father to be sure it doesn’t get too long before he cuts it again.

On one of the haircut weekends, I released Schubaboobaly to get his hair cut. I’m not really sure if time ran out or what happened, but he managed to make it out alive without getting his hair cut. That was it. Was it a sign from God? Probably not, but I figure the opportunity was lost. Fortunately, my husband isn’t pressuring me and has assured me he will wait until I give the signal before any buzzing goes on. Also, this time around, I’m stronger, confident, and more tolerant of the “girlie confusion” even though he’s wearing traditional boy clothes; stripes, stripes, and more stripes. People, are you looking at my child? He’s a boy!

I know he will have “the cut” some day, but I am finding the thought more difficult to accept and each day his hair continues to grow a little longer. I’m figuring that he has a few more months of this in between stage and then, the bad hair days will be over. Actually, it’s not bad hair, it’s just really big hair. Why am I holding on at the expense of my son? I don’t know, which isn’t a good answer, but he isn’t getting a hair cut anytime soon. I just hope when we sit down and are looking through our family albums, he just smiles and remembers how much his Mommy loves him.