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SPECIAL HAIRCUT, SPECIAL CHILD

By: Kelly Seymour

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Sometimes special needs kids don't get the respect they deserve. Sometimes people assume that they may not be aware of particular things around them. Tonight Derek, my 10 year old with Jouberts Syndrome, reminded me that I should never put anything past him.

Earlier today, I gave the boys haircuts. I'm very proud of myself. I have learned how to cut their hair by watching what all the stylists do when they go in for haircuts. At some point I decided I wanted to try to cut their hair on my own. This decision was based on the fact that after every haircut they've ever gotten, I have always come home, got out my scissors and evened out side burns, or the hair on the back of their necks. It was never even. I got sick of paying for uneven haircuts that resembled toupees on my children's heads. One too many times, Damon (one of my other adopted sons) has come home looking like Frankenstein. He has stick straight hair, and even though I specifically say, "no straight across bangs." Somehow the stylists do it anyway. Ironically, he always came home looking like he got a home hair cut with a Flowbee anyway.

Are stylists just too rushed to bother with a kid's haircut because they're only getting a couple of bucks for a tip? Do they just want to get the crying, slobbering, lollipopped mess of a child out of there before they lose their mind? I have seen many a stylist race through a kid's haircut as if they just devoured a bag of "diet chips" (the kind that promise "loose stools") and need to get to the bathroom in the nick of time.

Whatever the reason, my child has mostly come out lopsided. And it's not the stylists fault. None of my children do a good job sitting still, and they ask the stylists so many questions that I wouldn't blame the stylists for lopping off their own ears right there on the spot. Many times I have considered cutting off my own ears because I couldn't take another question about why strawberry jelly is red or why the neighbor smokes "rizzorettes" (that's how Derek pronounces "cigarettes").

For my haircutting extravaganza, I neglected to buy a water spray bottle. I decided to improvise, so I got a big blue cup and just kept dipping my comb in the water over and over again. It worked okay, but it was a bit like waiting for the sun to melt an icicle hanging from the roof to fill a five- gallon bucket with water.

Everyone did pretty well, and their haircuts looked great, if I do say so myself. After that, we showered the boys and got out the door in time to make it to Family Fun Night at the golf course. Family Fun Night is a trial of a parent's patience. It's fun, but waiting for a small golf ball to make its way from a tee to a hole is downright painful when the golfer is 4 years old and would rather sit in the golf cart and pick his nose.

Taking the boys to the golf course is kind of like letting the animals at the zoo have the "day off" from their captivity to enjoy high tea at a four star resort. Damon was swinging the golf course like a pirate with a sword. When that got tiresome, he resorted to picking the leftover grass patches from divots, and chucking them in the air to see how far they'd go. David was lying on the fairways and the green whenever he could find a shady spot to stretch out. Derek was obsessing about driving the golf cart, and did nothing to observe the golf course's policy about maintaining a "quiet voice." It was painful, but fun. And when you stop and look around during Family Fun Night, you realize everyone is in the same boat as you are.

Fortunately, it didn't matter that we had people stacked behind us. There were people stacked in front of us making us wait too. There a shrug of the shoulder and a toss of the arms up in the air that all of us parents do to each other to acknowledge the damming up of the course.

When we came home from playing golf, we were hot and sweaty. Reaching for a cup of water that sat on the countertop, I asked Darryl, "Did I fill up this cup earlier?" Not even waiting for Darryl's response I took several big gulps. I I drank half the cup. As I was about to take another drink, Derek said nonchalantly as he casually walked past me, "It's the haircut water mom." I would have spit it out on the spot had I not already swallowed it. I thought, "maybe Derek's wrong. I hope he's wrong." I walked into the kitchen further into the bright light and sure enough, the water was like a wayward home for lost hair clippings. I just know I'll be coughing up a fur ball soon. I have a newfound respect for cats tonight, and I'm not a cat person.

Next time Derek makes an observation, I will take a little more time to listen to his response and realize, "that kid knows what he's talking about."

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Kelly Seymour, is a mother of three, one of whom has Jouberts syndrome. Kelly on occasion submits her insightful and warming reflections to the Children’s RARE Disease Network

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