Proud mom moment. Wilson hasn’t had his hair cut outside of our home in more than six years. The last hair salon we attempted with him was when he was about two years old, and he was screaming so much before he even got into the chair that the stylist said she couldn’t work with him. So, we left, and started a haircutting program with his therapy center that lasted about four years. I’ve continued to cut his hair at home, and while he doesn’t necessarily like it, he has improved greatly and will tolerate it.
Last week, while I was getting my hair done, I asked my stylist if she would be willing to attempt to cut his hair at her salon. I honestly sat there thinking about it for an hour or so before I asked her. Deciding when and how to attempt things like this is tricky. I don’t mean to be pessimistic, but we have been there and done that and I was sweating at the thought of attempting it again. I pictured the screaming and the other clients staring, and the headbanging, and the hand swatting. And thought maybe continuing with the mediocre mom-cuts was good enough.
Her salon is small, quiet, and I had a feeling he just might like it there. She was very happy to give it a try and we agreed that if it didn’t work out, we wouldn’t push it.
I talked with Wilson about the salon over the weekend. I told him about the cool plants he’ll see there, the big mirror, and the nice lady named Sarah that was going to cut his hair this time. He said “no.” Later we talked more and landed on him getting to watch his dad’s iPad after his haircut. Sunday night and throughout yesterday, he calmy repeated his schedule, including the haircut.
He did AMAZING. He stayed calm, let her use scissors (hadn’t used those in six years either!), and was so excited to feed the ducks at the lake afterwards.
Proud is really an understatement. As much as I want to erase some of our tough experiences from memory, they sure make me grateful for how far we have come.
Also, there are really good people out there. Find the courage to ask, it’ll be worth it.