Oh my! I knew this day would come, but it blindsided me today. Here and there for the last year or so Josiah would pick out things about cousins and such that he liked and wanted to mimic, then, since starting school it’s happened in minor ways with a little more frequency. But this morning I caught a glimpse of our future and my jaw dropped. I picked up the water spray bottle to wet Josiah’s hair prior to combing it and he jumped away saying he didn’t want his hair combed. What??? Why? Where did that come from? “But Mom, Brandon doesn’t comb his hair. It looks awesome. I want to look awesome!” He went on a few more minutes about how Brandon’s hair is so “awesome” because he doesn’t comb it, so I had him look in the mirror at his own hair standing on end just certain that he’d want it tamed, but he just grinned at himself and declared it “awesome”. We had a talk about how who he is is what makes him awesome and that even when he looked silly dressed like a clown, he was still awesome.
Guess that explains why lately he’s been obsessed with running his fingers through his hair and twisting it in the front. Maybe we need to go back to the buzz cut. Sigh….
Addendum: I just found out that Brandon is not the blonde boy with longish hair that I thought Josiah was talking about. He’s black with very short, curly hair that would look the same no matter what! Now I just don’t get it :)
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