|Preparing for my haircut|
Our parents associated haircuts with going to war. When Kor Kor was younger he took each haircut as a training session for the next parade commander for National Day. Each haircut session before he turned 32 months bought nightmares to our parents. Visions of a tiny terror screaming his lungs out , struggling to break free and held down for a snip of the hair still haunt our parents sleep.
I had decided to follow my brother's path. We are brothers and its no surprise that our characters are similar. I had the same struggle, the same fighting spirit and the same scream that would make any parade commander proud. When it was time for a haircut a week after my 2nd birthday at Junior League Parkway Parade , my parents were not exactly looking forward to it. Daddy contemplated to don his army greens and helmet to face the battle with me.
See our previous haircut session at Junior League
During the haircut, Daddy sneak in a question for me
Daddy : Are you going to cry again?
Me : Nope
Daddy : Are you sure ?
Me : Yes
When it was my turn to cut hair, the skeptical Daddy asked me again
Daddy : You sit on your own today?
Me : Yes !
Throughout the whole session I was sitting still like a statue. After an exhilarating 15 minutes for my parents where Mummy actually shed a tear, I have officially conquered my fear of haircut. An official milestone for me!
Yes we are brothers, but we develop differently as well. That makes us unique individuals and make each parenting journey a different yet endearing one for our parents.