Pinterest Lies! It Is Not Okay To Cut Your Child’s Hair By Yourself
Back in the days before my twins were born, I worked as a courtroom clerk for family cases, so Iâ€™m used to drafting documents that will deeply impact peopleâ€™s futures, lots of human interaction, and power business suits. Iâ€™m grateful that I can choose to stay home with my boys right now, but I would be lying if I said that sometimes I miss the feeling of intellectual accomplishment (though IÂ do loveÂ not wearing heels every day).
Being a SAHM is a lot of things, and, if Iâ€™m being completely honest, sometimes that thing is boring. Reading Good Night Moon, playing blocks, cleaning and refreshing Mommyish can only get me so far in a day, so Iâ€™ve come up with hobbies to help fill the hours.Â Â I make muffins with hidden veggies, Iâ€™m knitting sweaters for fall with Jack oâ€™ Lanterns on the front, I have a sensory board in my playroom made of an oil drip pan, chalkboard paint and washi tape. Pinterest is my playground and I admit to being a tad conceited about my Martha Stewart skills sometimes. Until now.
I was looking at the boys during that long stretch between lunch and naptime and I noticed how shaggy their hair had become. In their 18 months of being, theyâ€™ve gotten haircuts twice and both times I thought to myself, â€œI bet I could do that myself and save so much money.â€ Never mind the fact that I had never cut kidsâ€™ hair before, or the fact that last time I tried to dye my own hair it turned out orange- and notÂ Â the good Eternal Sunshine shade of orange.Â Â My inner Goopy Gwyneth took over and I was all â€œI passed the freaking bar exam! I can totally cut my toddlersâ€™ hair by myself with no help or experience whatsoever. Letâ€™s do this!â€
So I grabbed the clippers that my husband uses on his hair, sat on the floor, turned them on and let the smug wash over me in waves:
â€œLook how Iâ€™m letting them walk up and get used to the clippers! They are doing this on their own terms. Iâ€™ll just sit here and let them come up to me and cut it one swipe at a time. This is such a good idea, if we were at a barber shop they would force them to sit still and be miserable and that would be horrible for their sense of self.Â â€œ
And then, the utmost statement of overconfidence-Â â€œScrew Blake Lively, I should totally start a blog. â€œ
So of course karma kicked me back down to earth and I messed up royally. Turns out the â€œnumberÂ Â 5â€ setting on all clippers is not created equal. What yields an adorably tousled toddler haircut on Pinterest creates a look that I like to call â€œbackground extra #4â€ from Saving Private Ryan. I was so intent on getting their entire heads that I really didnâ€™t look down to see how much hair was falling until it was too late. I stopped as soon as I realized that the clump of hair tickling my foot wasnâ€™t the catâ€™s tail, but the damage had already been done.
One of my sons is blonde like his mommaÂ Â and has very little hair to begin with, so while I still expect him to salute me everything he lifts his arm to wave or chuck a board book, the overall â€œwhat happened to his hairâ€ shock is a bit less than his brother.
UPDATE: since writing this I have taken the boys for a walk in the stroller and while the front of this guy’s hair is ok-ish, I completely missed the crown in the back his head, creating an effect my husband has dubbed â€œThe GREAT SCOTT!â€ alÃ¡ Christopher Lloyd in Back to the Future. Which is ironic, because when I set out to cut his hair in the first place I had Michael J. Fox in mind.
Remy, my brunette buddy was not as lucky. Depending on your age and frame of reference, he now looks like Demi Moore in GI Jane, the kid that bends the spoons in The Matrix or Anne Hathaway in Les MisÃ©rables, right before she kicks the bucket. I was in the middle of his cut when I abandoned all hope, so I left a piece long, stupidly thinking it would trick the eye into believing the rest of the hair was longer too. I was tellingÂ BethanyÂ about his hair and she said â€œoh, like a rattail?â€ And I face palmed,Â because why didnâ€™t I think of a rat tail?Â Then he could have looked like a little hipster baby instead of the lead singer in a pint sized Flock of Seagulls tribute band.
Luckily their vocabulary is currently limited to â€œtentâ€ â€œtatâ€ (cat) and â€œtwoâ€ so they canâ€™t say â€œWhat the hell Mom?!â€ TheyÂ haveÂ figured out how to slam doors, but they do that because itâ€™s fun and new, not because theyâ€™re mad at me.Â I think.
Pinterest 1, Megan 0.
Iâ€™ve learned my lesson, and once it grows back I will most definitely be booking appointments with a licensed professional. For now, Iâ€™m off to buy some hats since I canâ€™t take them out in public without the checkout girl thinking they are recovering from a raging case of head lice.
(Image:Â Â Levent Konuk/shutterstock, author’s own)