We had an interesting weekend around here. The Teenager decided it was time for a haircut. OH HAPPY DAY! I was getting a little tired of the long shaggy hair. It was 105 degrees here yesterday. If I could cut all my hair off, I’d do it too.
So we all went on our separate ways. The Teenagers went to run some errands and Sir D, Eve and I went to pick up Ann and her friend from a birthday party. We all reconvened at the house in the evening.
Then things went south.
The Teenager came in with his new haircut. It was kinda like this one except the sides were much shorter and the ‘hawk’ portion of this faux hawk was much longer.
My head exploded just a little bit. I got mad and yelled at him, and then he left to go to an appointment. Then I got mad and yelled at Sir D because Sir D was not mad at Will. Then Sir D got mad at me for being mad at him for not being mad at Will. Then Sir D called Will and yelled at him, for making me mad. Then Will was mad Sir D and myself for being mad at him. Oh, it was a beautiful day.
Then we all went to bed mad.
After a great night of tossing and turning, I finally got up at 5 am and had a little conversation with the Lord.
When The Teenager came out of his room I apologized to him. I told him that it was his hair; I should not be concerned with his hair. I told him that in my day kids with mo-hawks were dope smoking, rebellious, punks. I know that is not the case anymore, and I know he is not a dope smoking, rebellious, punk. I did warn him that many other people were going to respond just like I did and not take the time to look at his heart, but make their decisions about him based solely on his hair. If he is going to have hair like that, he is going to have to be prepared for that.
So, I now have a kid with a mo-hawk.
The parenting of teens, it is tricky my friends.