Breaking the Honor Code

My boys have bushy hair - it's dense, thick, and packed with unique color. Jacob's hair is no longer growing in curly, so each trim means we bid farewell to his curls. I've been quite lenient in regard to boys' hair length because I figure that it may be the only time in their lives where they can showcase their curls. With Jacob especially, he didn't get to choose to be bald. Life's circumstances inflicted that on him. I was ever mindful of the turned heads, stares, and double looks that he got in public. He didn't notice. He refused to wear the collection of new hats I had purchased. He wore his bald head boldly and without shame. Keeping his curls has been his choice. Having people turn and take a second look at his curly locks has been his choice. He loves to jump and watch them bounce.

Last December I insisted that he get a trim because we couldn't see his eyes. When you grow a whole head of hair at once, it all comes in at one length. I hoped that adding some layers would help showcase his curls even more. I do admit that I cried at the hair salon seeing his locks drop to the floor. He kept making a sad face, but after a couple weeks it worked to his advantage.

It's April now. His hair is growing like crazy. Being on BYU campus last weekend made that very obvious. Everyone was walking around with their trim cuts. Then my California boys are strutting around with their mop tops.

I can't see their eyes - and they are beautiful too - light blue. So today I insisted that they needed a trim at least around their face. I can't find my hair scissors (that need to be replaced anyway). So I finally had willing subjects and no effective scissors. I didn't let that stop me. I did a trim with my ol' paper scissors (I don't recommend that). But tomorrow we can see eye to eye.