Teresa and I are currently arguing over Noah’s hair. I can’t remember the last time either one of us was so passionate on our positions in an argument. It’s a weird fight, cause both of us are completely aware it’s literally over a hair cut, but both of us are pretty much ready to take our opinions to the grave.
I’ve wanted to cut his hair for about 3 months now. You see, for the most part, his hair is fine. It’s kind of long on top, but only down the middle, but I personally like that part. The sides are still fairly thin, with a decent side-of-the-head length. The problem area is the back. The areas right behind his ears, working towards the back-center of his head, is super long and stringy. It’s pretty much to the collar of his shirt. So to sum up, my son has a mullet.
My wife had agreed a couple months ago that we would cut his hair on or around his 1st birthday. Her excuse to put it off was, â€œIf we cut it, he’s going to look like a little boy.â€ Now I can completely sympathize with the feeling of him growing up too fast. I’ve mentioned it a few times here. But the fact is, Noah has looked older than he is since he was born. (Note Exhibit A)
So yesterday, literally as I’m walking to my car to leave for work, she drops the â€œI don’t want to cut his hairâ€ bomb on me. She has extended the â€œon or around one yearâ€ mark to â€œwhen I’m damn well ready.â€ (not a quote) She claims that, as the day wears on, the crazy, stick-out-back-of-the-head hair becomes adorable, curly hair. So it goes from mullet to Kentucky Waterfall.
This all brings back stories of my own childhood, where my mom refused to cut my beautiful, long, curly locks, and I was often mistaken as a girl.
So now we’re at a standstill. I brought it up last night, and got a simple â€œno, we’re notâ€ and that sort of ended that session of “discussion.” We don’t even know how to argue over this. It’s hair. To her it’s a beautiful symbol of his infanthood, to me it’s a horrid sign gender confusion and bad style. No idea where this one’s going to go. I mean, I’ll win eventually, right?