What is it about a kid’s haircut?
They sit down in the chair, lose an inch or so of hair, and BOOM – they instantly age, like, FIVE YEARS.
I think physicists need to examine this phenomenon more closely; there could be some clues to unlocking the mysteries of time travel.
I mean, seriously, at this rate they will be heading to college in a few weeks.
(Don’t get me wrong, I love a good haircut. I am only glad that the same doesn’t seem to hold true for me. Seeing as how I get my hair cut every 6-8 weeks, at this point I would look at least 175.)
I wonder when the cut-off is? When do they stop looking older? When does it just look like they got a haircut?
More importantly, will I ever look at them and not see the shadow of the little, while I try to take in the big?
To get a bit science fiction-y on you here, it’s like I go through much of our lives in a sort of stasis field – as if I am in static hibernation as I travel to the next waypoint. Each is day much the same: get up, go to school, come home, do homework, eat supper, evening activities, get ready for bed. Repeat daily. No reflection needed.
Then, something happens – like a haircut, a birthday, the first day of school, or a pair of too-short pants – and I am taken aback. Little changes happen so subtly, and haircuts have a way of highlighting the thinning of their cheeks, the ever-so-slight sharpening of their soft, child-like features. It’s the perfect recipe for MOM FEELS all up in here.
On the other hand, though somewhat related: Back to school haircuts? DONE.
Do your kids look older after a haircut?