In the realm of parenting, choices about a child’s appearance often stir conversation and even controversy. A common occurrence for me is the misunderstanding that arises when people see my sons, who have long hair, and mistakenly refer to them as girls. When this happens, I gently correct them, using “he” or “him” instead of “she.” Strangers often express deep mortification, apologizing profusely, as if the notion of my sons looking feminine is somehow offensive. I usually brush it off, reassuring them that it’s just part of the territory when you choose to let your sons have long hair.
My preference for long hair on boys has roots in my own history; I adored long hair on my college boyfriends and often attempted to persuade my husband to grow his out. The decision to let my sons grow their hair long was a natural progression for me.
When my first son, Oliver, was born, he arrived completely bald and remained that way for nearly a year. Eventually, his hair began to grow but not in the way I anticipated. Oliver’s hair developed a wild, fuzzy appearance, reminiscent of a miniature Einstein. In contrast, my second son, Lucas, sported straight and shiny hair that cascades down past his shoulders, embodying the surfer look perfectly. Our youngest, Noah, is still growing his hair, and he’s developing a lovely set of beachy curls.
Despite my enthusiasm, my mother and in-laws have expressed their preferences for conventional short hairstyles for boys. While my in-laws tend to keep their opinions to themselves, my mother openly wishes she could take the kids to a barber for a trim. These objections often stem from traditional gender norms, where short hair is deemed appropriate for little boys. I choose to ignore these criticisms.
Over the years, I have faced other comments about my sons’ hair. Someone once remarked that they appeared unkempt. While I initially laughed, I’ve since realized that a little maintenance can go a long way without sacrificing length. After a tough decision, I did trim Oliver’s hair to allow his real hair to flourish, although it pained me to do so, as he looked like a freshly shorn sheep. However, he enjoys his shorter style and is determined to grow it long again.
The most crucial aspect is that my sons genuinely like their hair. Oliver has expressed his desire to grow it out, while Lucas enthusiastically shares his goal of reaching knee-length. Noah is too young to voice his opinion yet, but I will definitely respect his wishes when the time comes.
Maintaining long hair does require effort. Lucas understands the importance of keeping his hair clean and free of tangles. Each morning, we brush his hair, and occasionally, I use a straightening iron to tame it. He claims to enjoy the process, and he knows he must stand still during grooming.
While other children sometimes mistakenly refer to them as girls or question why “the girls” are wearing Star Wars shirts, we gently correct them, and they usually adapt. Thankfully, my boys have not yet encountered any bullying related to their hair; perhaps it’s due to the growing acceptance of long hair for boys or the company we keep.
Ultimately, I cherish their long, silky locks. I love that my sons have made the choice themselves, rather than adhering to arbitrary societal standards. Their hair is not just a style; it’s an expression of their individuality. It’s long, beautiful, and distinct, and that is truly remarkable.
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In summary, my sons’ long hair is a reflection of their identities and preferences. While I encounter traditional views and occasional misunderstandings, I celebrate their individuality and the beauty of their choices.
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