Haircuts

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Albert Edelfelt – Boys Playing on the Shore

The hair wisps falling to floor, the faint buzz in our ears.  A softness, my hand running over a knobby head. The flash of his eyes towards mine, a wincing smile aimed at my heart. “Mom, that pulls.” I apologize and slow my hand, I want to slow this to a dead stop.  I comb downward, prayers flying upward for these boys of mine.  “Are you done yet?” he queries. “That was only the 1/3rd  of the haircut I say,” smiling, such a mom, sneaking in some math, “2/3rds left, the top, you know, and edges.” He waits, jumping up when I pull away, to shake off. “I got to get all the fur off of me!” and we laugh at a boy’s “fur”.  I continue on through these three little men of mine, my eyes tearing up at this job that I usually despise and put off as long as I can. For some reason, this closeness to them, this looking in their eyes, touches me deeply.  Hair swept, gathered, I step into the rain, and watch it float lazily down through the long grass.  A gift for our feathered friends, a gift for my heart.

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3 thoughts on “Haircuts

  1. Three heads to trim!! I used to do my husband’s and son’s haircuts, and I suspect it was a persecution for all of us. I was much slower than a professional barber. At some point, they went back to the professional, and none of us looked back. Instead of torturing, you made your encounter touching. What a blessing!

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  2. My boys are not so little anymore, but I still give haircuts to two of them. I do love that I still can do some things for them. I’m always encouraged by y.our thoughts and observations, Amy!

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