Posted in Day To Day Musings

Dylan loves his long hair. I don't know whether it is because it fits the "guitar playing dude" that he is, or that he is hanging on to his hair as long as he can because he fears his Dad's fate...baldness. Either way, he really likes his long red hair. However, me...not so much. I like his hair neatly short so I can see those beautiful blue eyes. However, he is 16 and it is his hair and I try to respect his choices.  So I smiled and kept my mouth closed (well most of the time.) My only rule is that it must be clean and neat. However, as a sweet Mother's Day gift my precious son sacrificed his beloved long red hair. Part of me was sad because he changed something he loved for me...and then part of me was so touched because he loved me that much and made that sacrifice. Of course when I came around the corner and saw him for the first time after his haircut I cried. It was a precious gift, but like he says...it grows back. 

Before and After