The other day I was out shopping with Ro and as the clerk range up our groceries Ro chirped happily in his seat and proceeded to dump a teeny sample plastic cup of lemonade down the front of his shirt. Oh Ro, I sighed, why did you do that? The clerk, who was already chatty and friendly, pointed out that that she did it because she wanted to!
So it finally happened.
I've been refusing to cut Ro's hair. I don't care that my husband thinks we have a hippy-child and I don't care that co-workers have made (unsolicited) comments about how long his hair is. He has the most gorgeous hair I've ever seen. He always has.
At two years old he's had four or five haircuts but mostly those have consisted of me helicoptering nearby an overpriced stylist in a kiddie salon, hyperventilating and reminding her that this was just a trim. (JUST A TRIM!)
The color of his hair is like gold. It's not a white-blond like his older brother or a dishwater-blond like I have now or even a yellow-blond that I had when I was little. It's not even a mysterious red that showed up from some mystery DNA strand, it's blond with the slightest hint of ginger. In the sun it practically sparkles.
Then there's the curls. They are so pretty. You see? I'm talking about him like he's a girl.
But he's so not. Obviously, he's not a girl, nor does he act like a little girl. I clearly dress him in little boy clothes with dump trucks and sports paraphernalia galore. But I've wondered if people think I have a daughter instead of a son.
I don't want a girl, I never really did. I was intimidated by the idea of raising a little girl. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if he were a she, what the dynamic would be like or what kind of mother I might be if there was a girl, but it's not because I'm sorry he's a boy or feel like something (or someone) is missing.
I just love his hair. Even if people think he's a girl.
(I don't think he looks like a girl, even with the massive cluster of curls on his head. Do you?)
P.S. You can tell me he looks like a girl and I'm still not going to cut his hair. Husband, that goes for you too.