One night, as my oldest son was having his hair cut (buzzed in fact), my little guy Coyote made the decision he wanted his done too. I wasn't quite ready for this..he is only four years old, but being an Aries man, he knows his will. Just look at these sweet curls!
I questioned him...do you really want this? Do you know it means you won't have your long hair anymore? Are you certain? Yes, to it all - he was ready and cried at the notion of waiting...SO...
I cried for three days over this. Not in front of him (other than the initial crying) :) But when I was alone, I cried for the loss of his baby curls, for his budding independence, for his strength and stamina to insist that he knew what was best for him, and for my own feelings on the sacredness of hair. There is something to it: his namesake, his Native American blood flows in his veins and there is the notion that a person will grow his hair until it is time to cut it to symbolize something important.
Who knows what that was for Coyote. It wasn't for me to decide. I am sure this is one of many things he will require of me, his abassador to the world.