I'm trying to raise smart sons.
Independent, self sufficient little men. Something, sadly, we just don't have enough of in today's society.
I don't coddle them anymore.
I let them dress themselves often.
If that means one Batman sock and one Power Ranger Sock, so be it. Jeans and flip flops? Let's go, you look ready to me. They're four and six, and they don't take meetings.
Brush your own teeth, brush your hair, put on your shoes.
I supervise, but I don't think it's rocket science.
But sometimes independence and self sufficiency aren't necessary.
I've been sending Mino to my parents for the summer, and last night I got a text from my mother. It popped up at the top of my screen with an unclear thumbnail, but the message preview said, "This proves it. My kids were not as crazy as yours."
Vague enough not to know whether to prepare to laugh, or cry.
I opened the message, and up came the following photo.
Yes, that's Mino. Rocking a DIY haircut.
I know it's tough, waiting out that back to school haircut.
And his explanation?
"I only know how to cut hair a little bit."
He's excited to go back to (a new) school, and mama gets it. He wants to look cool.
I let his hair grow over the summer because he's platinum at the roots and it looks pretty crazy against his newly tanned skin.
He just wanted "A little less hair." So he used his uncle's clippers.
Well Mino, that's actually a LOT of hair.
So he's been sheered down to next to no hair. It'll grow back.
But let this be a lesson to you, Mino. In patience, and that self sufficiency has its place in life.
And yes, this is going RIGHT in your baby book.