Old becomes New again

Today's blog is inspired by my terrific son Terence.

Three nights a week he takes a martial arts class. Tonight was one of those nights. Typically he gets home around 7:00. Tonight, he got home much later. At about 8:30, just as I was about to call to find out where he was, he showed up.

I walked outside to greet him and and as soon as I saw him I realized why he was later than usual. He had been to the barber. And a long overdue visit to the barber it was.

I don't know if it's a good thing or bad, but my son is much like his beloved mother...a "free spirit". I don't like conforming to society's standards about anything. I've always pretty much been a square peg forced to fit into a round hole. As we all know...it doesn't fit.

Well my son is very similar. He loves to draw, but he draws in his own unique way. He's writing a book, and his book will be unlike any other because HE is unlike any other. The same holds true when it comes to his hair.

Getting that boy to comb his hair is like pulling teeth. He tends to go for the "natural" look, and I've gotten to the point where I had to ask myself, "Who is it bothering?" The answer to that question was...absolutely nobody. So I leave him alone. As long as it's clean, that's really all that matters.

He's gone through a few "phases" with his hair. He's had it all cut off (I actually like that look on him because it brings out his "baby face").

He's had a mohawk.

He's had an afro. This is what I thought he was working on with his latest style. It just kept getting bigger and bigger, so I thought for sure that he was working toward a huge afro, or maybe braids, or twists...or something.

Well...that was until he got home tonight with...a FLAT TOP!

Yes, a Flat Top. And it looks faaantastic on him!

It took me completely by surprise. I never expected a flat top. He never mentioned that he wanted one, and we don't know anybody who has one, so I asked him where he got the idea.

This is where the "Old becomes New again" comes in: He saw the hairstyle on one of the characters of a show that he watches...from back in the late 80's...LONG before he was born. But to him, it's all new. I think that's kinda cool.

He sees what he wants and goes after it. He's so daring. He sets his sights on things and doesn't take them off. Whether it's a hair style, a book, an art class, running for class President...my son Terence is fearless. And he teaches me everyday that I too can let go of some (and one day hopefull ALL) of my fears.

Let the DIALOGUE begin! If you could bring back a style, what would it be?

Talk to me!

Til next time...