I have cut Jacob’s hair many times. I love the ease that our flowbee delivers (even if it does seem so very cheaply constructed, grr). But I did not always use that aide. The very first time I attempted to trim him up I did it free-hand. What did this mean for Jacob: fear, pure fear. It didn’t turn out too bad, thankfully we had a trip planned to my parents soon, and we used their flowbee.
Last night, I learned the meaning of the saying: turnabout is fair play. I have been needing a hair cut for a while, and have most recently been contemplating donating to locks of love. But after measuring, I decided I would prefer a trim. So Jacob grabbed our hair scissors and I brushed my hair and now my hair is quite a bit shorter. He had to cut off more than I asked because there was so many dead ends, eek. But I’d say he cut of around 4 to 5 inches and I’m so much happier. I have no idea what he did. I told him to cut a curve, but he rebelled and say straight would be easier for him. Well, whatever he did was loads better than my hair was. And no one has even noticed, which I’m taking as a good sign.
Maybe this isn’t the economy to be trying to do everything from home, but I have never been one to allow (meaning: pay) someone else to do something I am able to do myself. That is how I was raised and I am happy to have a home where I can have room to make my own curtains and dinners and to cut our own hair. I love doing things myself. At Sam’s on Saturday Jacob and I had a discussion (meaning: disagreement) about rotisserie chicken. I am against it on principle: I don’t want to be charged extra for some man hours they must put into it. But Jacob had a good point in that recently I haven’t really had time to cook a chicken, or bake bread, which means that buying it, even at elevated costs, could prove necessary (bread, not chicken, I’ll find something, anything else to eat). And I, maybe wrongly, believe that there are plenty of people still getting highlights, layers, and swept bangs that my sense of “duty” to the community is quite diminished.
Now for what you have all been waiting for:
It is still long enough for my knot I love to wear, but waking up with Jacob on it and not being able to move is, I hope, a thing of the past.
I wonder what things other families are taking on the responsibility of in their homes that they used to go out for, or delegate to others. I know one prevalent change I’ve seen wide-spread is eating. Food and families have been brought together, sit down dinners are not just for the 1950’s any more. Families are growing closer and getting back to the basics, by learning cooking (if not gardening as well). What a beautiful thing, conversation, work and creativity rather than a hurried drive-thru.