Have I Scarred Him For Life?

Nathaniel is small and skinny and pale (oh so pale) and although his hair has taken so long to grow and is so sacred to me it just had to come off;


He has been to the barber's with Daddy and watchd me and the girls have hair cuts and has always been adamant that he did not want his hair cut. He is shy and withdrawn when in strange situations or around strange people, I did not want to upset him so it was left to grow and become more and more like a dandilion clock every day.

Then tonight at tea time something happened. The girls and I were chatting about the day and he announced that Mummy could cut his hair. Not wanting to lose the moment I grabbed the clippers and scissors and dragged his highchair into the kitchen because the light is better in there;


Granted, it's not the best hair cut in the world but quite acceptable in the world of 'Mum Haircuts'. He held the clippers, so he now knows what they feel and sound like. He helped to comb his hair and sat still and watched in the mirror as I chopped the stray bits with the scissors;

He said that Joanna (our new family hairdresser since my sister abandoned us moved to the other end of the country) could maybe cut his hair next time and he'd sit in the big chair;

Result!

Daisie xxx