When I combed his hair before school he started arguing with me that he wanted it mohawk style. What the heck!! I thought that arguing about hair was limited to my daughters only! I stand corrected.
So I recently volunteered in my sons class at school and discovered that several boys in his grade had their hair cut full blown mohawk style. Oh dear. This is not going to be easy to talk my son out of this one.
But the good Lord was with me one morning. As I was combing my sons hair before school, and the old argument came up again - I took a deep breath.
"Son, have you ever seen people who dress really different or strange before? Have you seen people who have their bodies pierced in weird and painful places?" "Yes" he replied.
"Remember the guy we saw with the really BIG mohawk, walking by us once?"
"Well, what did you think when you saw those people?"
"That guy had a really BIG mohawk mom!"
"Yes, you noticed the mohawk and the way they were dressed first. Son, I am afraid that if you styled your hair in a big mohawk, people might miss the real you."
I continued to tell him that I was afraid if he made a big statement with his looks that people would say, "hey, there's the kid with the mohawk" instead of "hey, there's the guy that is really nice or smart or funny". I told him that God doesn't want him to get attention that way, that He wants people to notice him for him and not his hair.
And then my friends - the moment happened. That connection! - when you see the light bulb turn on in those big blue eyes. HE GOT IT! "Okay mom" was his reply as he shrugged his shoulders and off he went.
He has never asked for a mohawk since.
I am sure it won't always be this easy. But for now, I will celebrate the little successes as I try to help this little boy become a man.