How my son wears his hair is none of your business. There. I said it.
Every time you ask,
“How long are you going to let it grow?” or “When is mommy going to cut your hair?” That’s what I want to say. But, I don’t. Instead I grit my teeth and say something more socially acceptable like, “We haven’t decided yet”. Or…”When we want to”. The truth is, asking when I am going to cut my son’s hair is akin to asking, “Why don’t you wear your hair straight?” or “Why don’t you wear hair curly?” “Why are you wearing locks?”.
Unless we are on the BFF level, then let’s just leave that alone. OK?
Maybe I would be fine with this line of questioning if it had something to do with his health.
Something like, “Why are you feeding your child sugar dusted sugar O’s for breakfast?”
“Why does he know all the words to Young Geezy’s latest tune but, doesn’t know his ABC’s”?
But unfortunately it doesn’t. This line of questioning has more to do with a personal preference in style and grooming versus the child’s actual well being.
So stop asking me.
Stop throwing hints.
And don’t you dare call him out of his name.
Just as folks focused on two time Olympic Medalist’s Gabby Douglas’ hair during the summer Olympics while she was making history, and had a weirdly fascinating obsession with Blu Ivy’s hair just over a hair ago…you’ve lost focus.
One day, his hair may fit into that neat, tidy category of what society considers normal.
Maybe it’ll be today?
I’m pretty sure that no one that doesn’t sleep under our roof will have anything to do with that decision. So, it’s time to let hairy tales go.
Quite frankly you’ve crossed the line.
How my gift, my joy, my son wears his curly coif, his nappy fro, his twisted coily mane is really…
NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.