The Day I Cried.

I got so tired of hearing people call Joshua a girl or make comments about when I was going to cut his hair. To me, he had the most beautiful hair in the world. Since he was a baby, I would run my fingers through it. It had natural little curls that I just loved. Everytime I asked him if it was time to cut his hair, he would say no and I would rejoyce in my heart that he still wanted it as much as I did. But, after two years of the comments, I was tired to listening to people and thier "helpful" comments. So, when I asked him one day if he wanted it cut and he said yes, I agreed to take him to have it cut. When we got there, I had tears in my eyes. I knew two things. First, I wanted to be the one to cut it off. Second, I still wanted it long. Not really long compaired to what it was, but a longer boy's cut. Here are some pictures of him before, after and after, and the story of how one hair dresser made me cry.

Look at those beautiful curls. Before we started, I took tons of pictures and ran my fingers through his hair one last time. I gathered up his hair in one pony tail. As everyone watched and with a heavy heart, I made the first cut. The other hair dressers in the shop stopped cutting so they and thier clients could watch. After I was done, the hair dresser went to work. She understood what I wanted done with his hair. But, I had cut too close to the back of his head when I was cutting off is ponytail. So, she was trying to correct my mistake and still make me happy. Jarrett sat there watching. He loves getting his hair cut. And, when it was done, he was happy with it.

These are the pictures of what he looked like. She did the best she could. After having lunch and looking at him a lot, we agreed that he looked more like a little girl than before. We got the opinion of a sales clerk and decided that we would have to go back and have it corrected.

The first hair dresser tried so hard and had fit us in. So, I didn't want to go back and tell her that I didn't like it. Philip decided that we should run him over to the military barber shop. I knew this was a bad idea. But, who is pointing fingers. :) When our number came up, I explained in detail that I wanted it like a Buster Brown type hair cut. More like a boy's cut but long. All she heard was "boys hair cut".

When she grabbed the clippers, my heart jumped into my throat. Before I could say anything, up the side of his head the clippers went. That was it. He was buzzed in the back. With tears in my eyes, I walked away. Philip knew immediately how hurt I was. But, at that point, what could be done? Nothing. She had given him the hair cut SHE thought he should have. I heard her ask what Philip thought of the hair cut. He told her that that was NOT what we wanted. She got offensive and told him that I had told her to "give him a boy cut." He started to argue, but gave it up realizing that it would do no good.

Since the big day, his hair has grown out quit a bit. I found a hair dresser that would listen to me. And, we are growing it out long enough to have enough hair to make it look like I want. This may seem like a small part of his life to be so upset about. But, I loved those curls. There was just something special about them.

The most surprising thing about cutting his hair was the change in personality that he had. Unlike Samson, Joshua's weakness went away with his hair. He is a bulldog now...stubborn and very hard headed. With the hair, he was still my baby. Without it, he is a little person with thoughts and ideas of his own. He speaks up more and says exactly what is on his mind.

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