After six months of growth, my little man develops a glorious mane of curly blonde locks. It’s shaggy and unkempt, largely due to the fact that I rarely comb it, but it’s carefree and a bit wild, like childhood should be. I imagine an older version of him and that hair catching waves on a sunny California beach. (Note to self, teach him the word “dude.”)
I’d leave it alone but eventually it gets in his eyes and he wants it cut. I let him decide. I feel like it’s important for him to know that he has choices in life, even about something so mundane. And that I trust his judgement.
And, so just sixty minutes after I captured this, my little man’s shaggy locks were gone. Now he’s older, wiser, and clean-cut. Now I imagine the older version of him in a prep school jacket and tie, surfing the stacks in the library.
Snip. Snip. Sniff.
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