Boys Will, Indeed, Be Boys
I remember when my first son was in need of his first
haircut. I took him to a professional stylist and, with 35mm camera in
hand, clicked away, literally walking around and around his seat, so that, once
developed, the pictures would immortalize that very special day in my life, in
his life, in the world, I was sure. By the time my third son was in need of his first haircut, I let
my mom have at it and, as it turned out, time did not improve her hair-cutting
skills. My youngest son ended up with the same bangs that I had worn some
30 years earlier — a wavy line of hair jutting out all over the place somewhere
between eyebrows and the hairline. Things really do change from the first born to the second and then
to the third. And as that is all the children we were blessed with, I can
go no further with my experience but my assumptions would be that by the fifth
or sixth child, he or she may very well be performing his or her own first
haircut. Now, my oldest is now a college graduate a…