Saturday, March 27, 2010

Cutting Samson’s Hair

Ever since we let Adam grow his hair long, all of his female relatives have been swooning over him (maybe except Doug's mom).  I've always loved his thick, thick hair, but he also gets compliments from his aunt and 14-year-old cousin.  They both think that he has the best hair with ultimate cool dude look.  My mother thinks that his hair has special powers like Samson.  But enough is enough when I can't see his eyes.



Hello Adam, are you under there?



Adam's hair has been getting completely out of control, so I finally cut it last week.  Whenever I cut Adam's or Doug's hair, I always sing this verse from Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah to myself.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
This one verse carries so much meaning for me.  Once upon a 1984, there was a bathtub with hot running water that was installed on the rooftop balcony of a certain MIT frat on Commonwealth Ave. in Boston (as if engineering students had that much extra time).  A beautiful five story brownstone with a blue bathtub on top.  And one very, very cold December day, a certain boy convinced me to go out and bathe with him on the roof in front of all of Boston to the sound of many catcalls.  We also slept on the roof under the stars and the lights of the Prudential Center.  So once upon a time, I was the beauty bathing on the roof.  But I digress…

The verse is a direct reference to Delilah cutting Samson’s hair.  Since my mom mentioned that Adam’s power must come from his amazing hair, I had trepidations about cutting it.  He had been on a roll in indoor soccer, scoring two goals a game, even though his hair was probably slowing him down and definitely making him sweat exorbitantly.



I promised Adam that I would keep the top and his bangs long for his haircut.  What I didn’t show him was that I took 4-5 inch long chunks of hair from his back and sides and threw them immediately in the trash so he couldn’t see them.  In the end, it looked like we had thrown away a small animal.

After Adam saw his haircut, he was devastated and couldn't stop screaming.  He refused to have his picture taken.

 

This is the best shot I got of him.  (“Mom, I hate you for cutting my hair.”)

   

I think he is the most handsome boy ever, even without my mommy goggles.  The verdict on Samson?  Hasn’t scored a goal since.  Oh well, better to see his eyes.

2 comments :

Linda said...

All those gorgeous hairs, gone with the wind!

Anonymous said...

OMG how could any woman harass her boy over being able to grow healthy head of long thick hair? it truly is so unfair the way boys are harassed for liking to wear their hair long. Can you just imagine any girl having to wear her hair in one particular way. No wonder so many men are bald by the time they are thirty.

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