The Homemade Haircut

It started out as a trim. First we picked out his hair to full bush and Daddy turned on the razor, clipping a bit from one side and then the other. The issue was that it never seemed symmetrical, so then Daddy put a guide on the razor and decided to shave the top. (Mommy not happy about this impulsive decision.) Because Sekani has different textures of hair, straighter in the front, curlier in the back, it makes for a tricky operation. Not wanting his curls gone, I intervened with tears in my eyes. (We had a family portrait scheduled later that week.) I was surprised at myself about how upset I was with this haircut. Isn't it a rite of passage to go through life with some bad haircuts? The next day we have a conversation while Sekani looks in the mirror.

Sekani:  My curls aren't growing back.

Mom: Do you miss them (because I do)?

Sekani: No, I like my hair silly.

Mom: (Silently thanks her son for the fresh perspective.)

Rest in Peace Simon the Guinea Pig

As I was walking into Sekani's school to pick him up, his class was walking out, with a box. One of Sekani's friend's says to me, "He just looked different. Simon died." I joined the procession outside as the preschoolers kept repeating "Simon's dead." The director of his school had dug a hole for the box and each child got a turn to scoop the dirt back into the hole and say their goodbyes to Simon. "What are we doing?" asked one child. The director responded, "We're putting Simon back into the earth where most things go when they die." They bid their farewells-

"Bye Simon, I love you." 

"I can't think of anything to say." 

"Goodbye."