As the holidays approach, parents across the world begin to gear up for family photos, making sure their children are prim and proper for the main event, A picture with Santa Claus. Me, being a first-time parent of a One Year Old, it’s a must that my son gets to experience everything that the holidays have to offer. This meant I had to get his hair cut tho. I’ve grown to love his unruly loc’s, that free formed on their own, giving him character and a natural look that many babies share at his age. So I wasn’t in a hurry to do anything about changing his appearance, I wanted my baby to remain a baby.
I had to face reality tho, he’s a toddler now, 15 Months to be exact. I can tell by my son’s mannerisms, that he already knew his grooming capabilities, when dressed and ready to head outside, he stands in front of our full-length mirror, giving himself the once over, like “Yeah, mommy this outfit is a go”. Being already aware of what his appearance should look like, at the age of one, gave me an inkling of what the future would be.
This was history in the making, I didn’t want him to look back, like the ghost of Christmas past and say
“Mommy, why didn’t you accentuate, my already handsome features?” Yes, I have a studious, scholar on my hands. At this point, I finally decided I needed to cut his hair!
About a week before I actually came to this conclusion, A cousin of mines had recently cut and colored their hair, and posted a photo on Instagram, with the caption below it saying “Shout out to my Barbette Lynette”. I said to myself “oh she’s dope” the color was vibrant and the lines were sharp. I screenshot the picture immediately because I knew in my mind, I’d found the person who would eventually cut my son’s hair one day.
I must admit, I’m a novice when it comes to barbers and had no clear direction on which barbershop to go to, or even which barber was the best at barbering children’s hair. Some would say, why wasn’t a man your first choice to barber your son’s hair? Why a woman? Honestly, I felt the professionalism and attention to detail, from just looking at the photo of my cousins cut and color. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. So let’s just say it spoke to me! Eventually, I reached out to my cousin, got Lynette’s information, and that following Thursday, Samori and I were off to do the big chop.
Sharp Edges Barbershop located in Hempstead Long Island, about a 15-minute drive from my house, was an easy find, with the aid of my GPS. It’s situated on the main strip of Franklin St, for those using public transportation, there is a bus route, so no worries. We pulled up and found parking right outside of the barbershop. A definite plus! Who likes walking for miles just to get to your destination!? I want to pull up, hop out and walk right in, and we did.
Sharp Edges Barbershop is quaint, clean, and bright not the neighborhood hangout that is often depicted in movies. Wipes brow, this could have easily turned into an uncomfortable situation, being that I was alone with my son. This barbershop resonated business, yet it still felt friendly. On that particular day, it wasn’t crowded, but you could tell that if it was, services would be rendered quickly and efficiently.
Once inside, Lynette could be spotted easily, she was the only woman in the barbershop beside me. She smiled as if she already knew I was her customer. I explained to her that she came highly recommended and that I needed her to give my son his first haircut. I already scanned the internet for a certain style of cut I knew would fit my son. ( Moms, do a little research on haircuts, try to match the child that is photographed on the internet features, with your child’s features, so you’ll have an idea of what the haircut might look like on your son. If you’re not sure of what particular haircut you want. It’s a gamble, but it worked for me. #MommyTip) Needless to say, I was prepared.
I showed Lynette the picture, she said: “not a problem, have a seat, I’ll be with you in a few.” As Samori and I sat and waited, another barber hands me an Afro Pick and says “He looks like a live one, start picking it out” I take the pick, and begin to do what I was told. Now, I should’ve known this was going to be a bigger task than I expected. The simple act of me applying grease to his hair turned into a flopping on the floor, tear-drenched saga between Samori and I. But here I’m am diligently picking out his hair, hoping that it would be of some assistance to Lynette. She taps her chair “You can bring him over now”. She created a high chair within her barber’s chair, giving it some height. Samori climbed up, sat and allowed her to put the cape around his neck, and that was about all. The movement started, the wiggling began, the head jerks were on a thousand, the squirming wouldn’t end. She looked at me “Mom, you’re going to have to sit and hold him” she was working with sharp scissors and the last thing we both wanted was a flesh wound.
Ok! Let’s try it that way. I sit, put Samori on my lap, and finally, she begins to make some headway with precise snips of the scissors, how long would this last tho? A minute, Samori began to cry, scream, wail at the top of his lungs, as if he was being murdered, ahhhhh man! No amount of Paw Patrol, Elmo time on YouTube could control this situation, but Lynette kept working, doing her best to get the shape right. The clippers were out of the question she said, other seasoned barbers at the shop helped with Lollipops, in the hopes of calming him down, so she could finish.
After I took several headbutts to the mouth from Samori, in walks the Savior ( A customer) with Hot Wings and Fried Rice. Just the smell alone made Samori stop shifting to lock his gaze on the problem solver, food! OMG, thank you, I say to the customer as he opened his tray of food on queue for Samori to pick out his own piece of chicken. It’s said that “God doesn’t come on his own, but he sends.”
Samori’s full attention is now on the chicken, Lynette gets to finally use the clippers like she wanted to, with ease. Swiveling the chair with the both of us in it, she gets every angle that she needs with precision, after adding some conditioner she says “I’m all done.” Yessssss! I look in the mirror, Samori looks perfect and even more handsome, but as for me, talk about put in the washer and left out to hang dry, wrinkled, crinkled and tired. “Thank you, Lynette, you did a wonderful Job, you had so much patience with him, I would have given up,” I say, her reply was “I do this all the time, he isn’t the first and won’t be that last child to sit in my chair, and thank you for entrusting me to be the first to cut his hair.” I smiled, handed her the $10 dollars for the children’s haircut. I tell my now content child, whose feeling his new look ”We’re out of here” He smiles at me with that “I know I wore you out mommy” cheeky grin. We wave goodbye to everyone in the shop that I know enjoyed Samori’s performance and head home.
The moral of this a story/review is:
Preparation is key, find images you think would suit your child’s appearance, source out a licensed, reputable barber, they should come with recommendations (social media is a big help these days, giving you the advantage of seeing their work online.) Pack your child’s favorite food, to ensure a stress-free haircut. Don’t forget to tip the Barber or Barbett for dealing with your screaming child.