Spike

So I did it. The war is over. I finally lost my long curly haired battle. I have always loved little boys with long hair. Especially mine. Colton's hair was once long with curls along the bottom until he was two and a half or so. My dad did me a "favor" not long after Gracie was born and took him to the barber with him for a trim. Have I ever said how sweet my dad is? Well that sweet daddy of mine brought my little guy home with his scalp suddenly visible. He was not on my good list for awhile. A long while.

At his own will he eventually chose to grow it long again and kept it that way for many many years until he realized that shorter hair is much less work and tends to feel better.

So this leads me to Fletcher's story. He was gifted with that soft fine hair and just happened to have the curls that I adore so much too. I savored his hair as long as I could. Many times Josh felt the need to cut it but I'd always persuade him differently. It wasn't until my darling long haired boy (who often would get called a girl) continued to beg me for short spikey hair that my heart started to turn. It wasn't about me anymore. How could I look into those beautiful eyes of his and tell my him that no, he was not allowed to have a hair cut because his mama likes him just the way he is. Curls and all. What kind of message would that be teaching him. Not the kind that I want my children to learn. When it comes down to hair, it is their preference to how long or short they want it to be. I believe in picking and choosing your battles and this is not one that I'm going to pull out the big guns for. They are individuals too and as long as their father and I don't find it harmful to themselves or others or disrespectful in any way then it is their decision to make.

So spikey hair it is.

Doesn't he look so grown up and handsome? {weep...}