But a day later, things were not slowing down. Chunks aren't just for babies. They are apparently for my head, too.
I wasn't crushed or disappointed, considering this isn't my first time to this rodeo. Perhaps my hair follicles felt the same way. Perhaps they just said: "Screw it! We know how this ends. Let's just open the emergency door and exit this flight now." Thanks for sticking around for the party guys. Good to know you can't be relied on for the long haul.
I let the kids have a little fun pulling it out. I mean the kids make me figuratively want to pull my own hair out, but this was a literal pulling out of hair by children. And then I let Merrick have the honors and handed him the clippers.
It's not like you can mess up a buzz cut, but most important was the empowerment I hoped he'd feel. The first time I lost my hair it bothered him for months. It was shocking really, for a kid that had seen so much up to that point. But he's become outwardly numb to the process, and quickly grabbed the clippers and went to town.
This morning I stood with him in the bathroom, bare headed and brushing my teeth. He didn't seem fazed, and even gave it a little rub for luck. I have to hope and believe that all these things my kids are seeing and doing in my journey will ultimately make them more empathetic and compassionate men.
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Definitely. Good on you for using everything as a teaching moment. I think it will help them to be more empathetic men too.
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