Kieron, like most kids, hates having his haircut and he tended to have drawn the short straw as for many years I worked as a hairdresser. When he was tiny, it was a case of waiting until Kieron dozed off on the settee and I would carefully cut one side, roll him over and cut the other side. This method worked well with all 3 of my children but once Kieron decided that the object of his hero worship was his big brother, he started to demand similar hair cuts to Callum.
Sitting on a stool in the kitchen, swathed in a gown that was far too big for him, Kieron would suffer my ministrations. Wriggling constantly to try to scratch his back where hair had slipped down inside the gown, somehow we kept both of his ears intact. Blowing upwards to clear hair from his face then rubbing his eyes and getting hair in them, he still sat and allowed me to continue.
Wedges, grade 4s, spiked fringes, tram-lines, Kieron HAS to copy Callum. Gelled, moussed, tousled, straightened, Kieron outdoes David Beckham in the style stakes.
Ironically, in the summer Kieron prefers his hair longer and as his hair is so thick, sweat drips off him. In the winter Kieron goes for a grade 4 on top, 3 on the back and sides and then complains that his ears are cold! Typical male!
Before leaving for school, Kieron comes in my bedroom while I'm sitting at the dressing table getting ready for work and grabs a comb and hand mirror to inspect every strand of hair from every angle. Sticky hair gel hand prints mark every surface and I have to make sure Kieron's fringe is spiked up and perfectly straight. By the time Kieron comes home from school, the gel had picked up bits from squeezing through bushes on his way to and from school as he cuts through a small park as a shortcut. Little flecks of gel look like dandruff so Kieron floods the bathroom when he goes to wash it all out. Hair gel, mousse, coloured gel and body spray line the mantelpiece in Kieron's room. The air is redolent with Lynx Chocolate and the carpet has mousse blobs sticking the fibres together. Kieron is a teenager before his time. The teenager he will never become.
Your last comment struck me Janine.
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I look back and think of the things Al did which seemed beyond his years at the time. Now I wonder if this was just life/God's way of them fitting in as much as they could to their short lives.
But they still didn't fit in enough before their time ran out, did they? Kieron was so proud to have got into grammar school, passing the Kent selection test with the highest score of his year. He didn't even get to buy a blazer, which for him was the penultimate proof of intelligence! And yes, I did go out and buy one for him.
ReplyDeleteGood for you - I'm glad you bought him a blazer - but it's not how it should be at all is it. xx
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