hair do day

july 11 2007


Because most children with autism spectrum disorder don't like to be touched I cut the hair of my children.

They're lucky, because I was taught how to do it by 3 of my nieces who were national champions coiffure at the time.

We were young and were with lots of children at the sunday afternoon.
The house was huge! So many rooms that little ones had to be watched so they wouldn't get lost.
I have so many happy memories about that time.

Well, my nieces gave me a round broom and told me to cut it nicely. My aunt didn't mind those things at all, if only we would clean up the mess behind us.

So I cut the broom, and after that O got a mirror in front of me and a mirror in my hand, and under their guidance I saved my mother 10 dollar for a haircut.
It was done well, and up till now she thinks the lovely championnieces used their scissors.

So I wasn't afiraid to cut the hair of my own children, and today I did it again.

Two heads look fresh and happy again.
The rest but one will follow during the next days.

Yes, but one....

One of them is lost in time and behaves like a hippy fallen out of the right era into the future.
He looks like his dad in the sixties... less handsome, and less admired for his looks.

I can withstand the impulse to cut his hair when he's asleep, but I don't know how much longer.