I cut my son’s hair. I usually do a great job. Tonight, he moved, and I had to cut the top a bit shorter—quite a bit shorter—than usual. He lost his personal style. The new haircut looks good, but he is disappointed. I feel bad. He feels bad. We’ll both get over it, though.
The thing about hair? It grows back.
Life is going to deal us a bad hair cut from time to time. When it does, we have to accept it. We just have to let it “grow back”. It will look fine.
A bad hair cut doesn’t define us. My son has temporarily lost his “style”, but his hair is not his person or personality. He is the awesome teen that he is. He gets better every day. Maybe a new personal style will emerge from this mishap. Time will tell.
Maybe it is time for me to stop trying to be a barber. (Most times, though, I do a pretty good job. In the past, the professionals have not followed instructions or done a great job.) Maybe I need to let go…. As a parent, I have to let him grow and become who he is to become. As a barber,…, well, I am not a barber. My mistake may grow into a great new style for him. After all, even at our worst, we are shaping the people around us. That’s life.
Be your best today; be better tomorrow.
Carpe momento!
Image source: Dumb and Dumber (1994)