My son has an intense fear of haircuts. Believe it or not, there is a term for this:
tonsurophobia. This will not be a
useful term for most but I plan on using it as often as possible, impressing my
friends and family with my extensive knowledge of obscure words.
I think it is parental negligence to let a little boy's hair get long. As a result, my son’s
tonsurophobia is an especially difficult struggle for me. I insist that he get a haircut every few
months. I have tried several different
tactics. First, I thought I could bribe
him. I used his current currency of
choice: ice cream; and took him to my Mother’s hairdresser. She is the only hairdresser in the area that
I have found who is willing to cut the hair of a child who is being physically
restrained by his Mother. She’s a
diamond in the rough, that Rhonda! I
sat in the chair and let him sit in my lap. She started to work with the scissors first. He screamed, kicked, flailed, and cried. It was a very unpleasant experience for
everyone involved but I accomplished my goal. My son had short hair.
The next time a haircut was in order, I asked some friends for advice and was offered a simple
solution: someone else should take him. “He’s bound to behave better for someone other than his Mother.” Most of us know that this adage is usually
true but, in the case of my son, it was not. I asked my Father to take him to Rhonda’s for a cut. He did. The same scene took place. My Dad vowed never to take him again. I would have to change my tactic, but not
for another few months. My son’s hair
was short again and all was right with the world.
A few months later, my son's hair started getting a little unruly again. I decided that, until his fear had dissipated, I would
cut it. I had watched Rhonda
fairly closely on both occasions and felt that I could mimic her technique with
some success. I knew that I could never
use the clippers on him but that I could keep his hair at bay using scissors
only. I decided to turn his favorite
movie on and bribe him with some gummy worms. Success! It was not an easy task but it worked. My son's hair was cut and he did not have any lasting emotional (or
It has been a few months since his last cut and my son's hair is starting to reach an unacceptable length. A salon specifically for kids has recently opened in our area. The kids sit in a jeep and watch cartoons while they get their hair cut. It costs $15.00. Should I try it? Would the lure of a jeep and cartoons be enough to keep my son still for 15 minutes? We own a Power Wheel and a TV so it would be relatively simple to create the very same atmosphere in my home for free. The real question is: do my friends snicker at my child's hair behind my back? Does he get made fun of for his homemade haircuts on the playground? Am I deluding myself into thinking that I am a capable hairdresser? If so, I guess I'll cough up 15 bucks and take him in for a decent haircut. I will not let tonsurophobia get the best of my child. His hair WILL look good, regardless of the cost to his emotional well being.