I didn’t want to. I didn’t want my kids to ever feel that they had to conform to what others think they should be.
I didn’t want them to feel that who they are, and what they want isn’t good enough. Isn’t “right”.
My eight year old has been getting bullied in school. He’s had trouble making friends because he says all the boys make fun of his long hair by calling him “girl”, and the girls aren’t much better.
I told him–don’t listen to what people say.
I told him–It’s JUST hair.
I told him– if they’re going to judge you on something so small, they probably aren’t worth being friends with, but as I watched him fall apart, I came to the realization that no matter how much I build him up, it may not be enough.
If it’s just hair, maybe, I thought, it isn’t worth the fight. Maybe it’s not important enough to stand up for. Maybe it’s just one thing to let go of, if it will make his life at school happier. If it will make HIM happier. It’s just hair. There will be many more battles, and this is JUST hair.
So I caved.
It broke my heart, but I sat down at the computer and searched hair styles for boys, and called him over.
I told him– if you’re really unhappy, if you really want to, if it would make your life easier, it’s okay to cut your hair. It’s just hair. I don’t want you to be sad. I don’t want you to be bullied. It’s up to you. It’s your hair. It’s whatever you want.
I caved, but he didn’t.
“I don’t want a hair cut.”
I sat back, shocked at his words.
“But I thought you said you did? Because kids in your class are teasing you?”
He shook his head. “No. I don’t want to cut it. I just want a trim.”
I caved, but he didn’t. Even though it hurts him that his classmates could be so cruel, even though it brings him to tears, he won’t let their words change him. He won’t let their words influence him. All the times I told him that there’s nothing wrong with who he is, to be strong, to be himself no matter what anyone says–even though he fought me on it, didn’t want to hear it, didn’t seem to believe me, he was listening.
He is stronger than me, and I’ve never been more proud.
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