Be still my heart...

My son walked in to kiss me goodnight, last night. Before he walked away he had kind of a nervous stance...you know that body language your child has when they are afraid to tell you something for whatever reason? Expecting something to the nature of; "Mom, I broke..." or "Mom, about school..." or "Mom, I got in trouble when I..."

I almost had to giggle when he let out his important statement..."Mom, do you think I could get a hair cut before baseball officially starts?"

And then I had to try and control the giggles some more, when he felt he had to defend his suggestion... "Mom, you see my hair sticks out under my ball cap and it doesn't look too good and I get so hot under my helmet and well baseball players don't have long hair..."

I managed to smother my giggles long enough to tell him that I "would see."

After he left, I laughed out loud, enjoying my victory. It sometimes pays to pick your battles, which much to my mother-in-law's dismay I do daily with my son's hair. After all, there are much worse things he could be doing than desiring to look like Zach and Cody off the Disney channel. However, every year at ball time, I tend to give him the "mom speech," something to "think about."

The speech goes something like; "Jorboy, you know you would look better out on the field if you cut your hair and it wasn't all shaggy under your cap, and it would be cooler when you wear your helmet and well you don't see many baseball players with long hair..."

Hee! Hee! I haven't given the "mom speech" yet this year...guess I won't have to. He actually does listen to me every once in a while... Shh! Let's just let him continue to think HE TALKED ME INTO THIS haircut stuff. I will try to keep the "joy" from plastering itself on my face while we are at the salon!

Truth is I kind a like his shiny shag at times! But HE IS RIGHT...for baseball he needs a haircut!!! Well, if he insists! :)