My Bald Boys

When Bennett was three, he was terrified of haircuts. No amount of bribery, restraint, or pleading could convince him that allowing anyone to be near his face with a sharp object was a good idea.

My husband has been shaving his head for St. Baldrick’s since 2008. People raise money for pediatric cancer research by promising to shave their heads, which also serves as an act of solidarity for the kids who have no hair as a result of the treatments. He loves raising money for a good cause, his students think it’s cool of him to do, and it gets him the perfect maintenance free summer haircut. Bennett has watched him shave his head on stage every year of his life.

1499523_10101064913072726_1486240485_n (1)In 2014, when the twins were only a month old, we packed everyone up on shave day and headed to Finn McCools. We watched my husband get his head shaved like we always do, but then Bennett said that he wanted to shave his head like his dad and help kids, too. My husband looked at me the way he does when he thinks we have a very small window of opportunity and asked me if I was ok with it. “It’s only hair,” I thought and gave them my blessing. They hurried to sign Bennett up to be shaved, and people started asking questions. Are you really ok with this? What if his hair comes back a different color? Obviously, they had never clutched him while he screamed and flailed through a haircut with a sticky lollipop bribe hitting them in the face.

Their turn came, and he sat in my husband’s lap. He sat still and beamed the entire time. He ate up the attention from the Emcee and the attendees who told him he was their hero.  Even at three, he knew he was doing a good thing and that made him proud. As parents, it made us pretty proud, too.

Untitled design (1)This was his third year to participate. When he and his dad sit up on that stage together and hold hands, the crowd goes wild, and my heart turns into a big sloppy puddle. The days that I am so frustrated with his behavior, when I feel like I’m failing as a parent, I remember that moment. It reminds me that I’m doing something right because I’ve taught him (intentionally or accidentally, I’m not entirely sure) to be kind and giving to others, even if it means doing something that scares him. I love that this is something he and his dad share and choose to do together, hopefully for man years to come.

Lindsay is a native New Orleanian, displaced only by her years at Mississippi State, where she earned a B.S. in Wildlife and Fisheries and a minor in English. She came home shortly after Katrina, to work as a zookeeper and be a part of the rebuilding of her beloved city. She dragged her husband Drake, a Tennessee native, along with her. Their son Bennett joined the family in 2010, and in 2014 they welcomed identical twin girls, Genevieve and Kellen Clair. She now works full-time as an Environmental Scientist while working on her Master's and serving part-time as NOM’s resident Jill of All Trades. Powered by espresso, cake, and craft beer, her happy place is on a beach or in the woods. Need to identify a plant, tree, or animal? Lindsay’s a wealth of random knowledge. She loves to cook and sprinkle a little glitter on everything.


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