There are certain parenting trends I want to follow (see monogramming the shit out of my kids’ stuff), and others I want to want to follow (see cloth diapers), and still others I wouldn’t touch with a long pair of stainless steel tongs (see putting my kids on a leash in the airport).
But, I thought for sure I would be all over that trend where you let your son’s hair grow super long, ala Kate Hudson’s son, Ryder. Because, certainly, if I am going to follow someone else’s parenting decisions, I should start with Kate Hudson’s right?
This trend had Oultaw Mama written all over it. I am enchanted at the prospect of a gender-neutralized world, where my girl could wear her hair short without being called “dykey,” and my son could wear long hair without having his manhood questioned. And, I tried to embrace Simon with long locks– little tendrils that curled on the end and looked adorbs when he woke up from one of his extra-long naps.
I was in full support of his androgynous/metrosexual side.
But his hair was in his eyes and it always looked greasy, even just hours after he had a bath. Jeff hinted that a haircut “might be nice,” and I resisted. Because, hello? We are working a TREND here.
But, just like growing your own marijuana or bedazzling a jean jacket, this trend is passing us by, and my sweet little boy looks exactly like a boy now.
I know he also looks like a little banker, or worse yet, a young Republican, but I wanted to see his eyes. Every time I look at him now, I just marvel at his features, which are no longer hidden behind the weird little mullet thing he used to have. Jeff isn’t in love with the cut, but I am. It’s the cutest thing I have ever seen.
If only I could love my haircuts as much as I love his– now that would be a Christmas miracle.