The first hair cut marks the beginning of the toddler years in both the Haitian and African American cultures. While I knew this, I could not bring myself to cutting Ty’s hair at a year old. It was just hard to do. I pictured him going through childhood never having had a haircut. He grew tired of the wash, condition and styling sessions and the constant complaints that resulted put a halt to my plans. I caved in and at 3, we took him to Tramond’s barber at the time for his first haircut. Even then, I only allowed for his hair to be cut to a few inches. It took a couple more years for me to allow a more drastic cut.
We had every intention of waiting with T’s hair as well. What can I say? We love our boys’ hair. By the time they reached one, they both had massive amounts of spirals atop their heads. Their hairs attracted more attention than any other feature on their cute baby faces. That said, why did we cut his hair so early. He arrived at the point where he was fed up with the maintenance of his curls much faster. Nothing about getting his hair styled appealed to him, and now that he is more mobile, he attempted to escape the brush, comb or fingers every chance he got. It was most certainly not worth the aggravation.
On Saturday, quite unexpectedly, I asked Tramond to take him to the barber for his first haircut. Unwilling to spend nearly $20 for a haircut he knew T. would not sit long enough for, Tramond proposed to cut his hair himself.
Excitedly, I got him all ready, with one of Ty’s shirts covering his body. I sat him in his booster seat and
patiently waited for Tramond. I called his name twice in a low voice and when he took long to come, I announced that I would begin the haircut. I turned the razor on and started trimming at the top. His soft, beautiful curls were falling to his side and he had a confused look on his face, his eyes following the electric razor. He was certainly enamored by the noise and the process. Tramond eventually joined us and finished the cut. He did a much better job at shaping T’s hair than I would have.
Roughly 10 minutes later, his cut was done. He was such a big boy and
we I made a huge deal of it. I even bathed him in the kitchen sink afterward, a rare treat for him.
I have to say, I miss his curls. Tramond and I both do. I love the spark in his eyes though. They shine even brighter now that his hair is not stealing the show. I looked in his eyes all afternoon, whenever he wasn’t moving that is.
My baby is well on his way to being a big boy.
Hooray for the happy little boy who did not have to endure another styling session. Kudos to daddy for making the right call for the occasion. I’m glad he was at home and comfortable for his first cut. I’m also glad I was able to participate.
His haircut inspired a mini in-home photo shoot. Special occasions such as this call for the real camera to come out. Nothing against my iPhone, it’ the principle.