MAE JULIAN
Some Things Never Change
When I was young, my brother, Danny’s hair became an issue in his early teens. When my father noted that Danny was letting his hair grow longer, he got a stern lecture. Danny’s retort was that he was just following Jesus, thinking that that would get him by Dad’s opposition. WRONG! I remember that Dad left for somewhere, and was going to be gone for a couple of days with my mother. I think my grandmother was staying with us. Anyway, Danny had strict instructions to have that hair cut by the time Dad got home, and Dad gave him the money to do it. When Dad got home Danny still had the same long hair. I thought Dad would go berserk. Insubordination was not allowed in our family. Apparently, however, hair was so important that it was worth the risk, as peer pressure had usurped my father’s threats.
Now, if you look at this picture of my grandson, Clay, you will see that generations have done nothing to improve on a teenager’s will to have his hair in any wacky way that his peers deem “cool.” He showed up with dreadlocks. For you who don’t know what dreadlocks are, join the crowd. But it is globs of hair all twisted together, tied at the end and doubled back with a rubber band. There were no parts in his hair just a rumble of nonsensical hair bunches. He was proud of that hair, too. I clutched my chest and almost fell to the floor, but made my way to get a camera so I could send this to you!
In two days it was a school day. When it came time to go to school, the dreadlocks had disappeared and he had his normal unsightly shaggy hair back. I guess he didn’t quite have the nerve to walk into school with those dreadlocks. Now he is declaring that he will get them back in the summer. Now, mind you, this is not an inexpensive deal. It cost him $50.00 of his Christmas money to get this done and it took three hours. I never saw the inside of a beauty salon until I was at least 25!
Teenagers! I find myself saying the same things my parents did, and the same things I said when mine reached that age. Now it’s my grandchildren, and the refrain is still the same! Get that hair cut! What have you done to your hair? Are you nuts?? Well, it seems to me that if Mary could put up with Jesus’ hair, I can live through my grandson’s hair. I made it through my son, Dan’s phase. What is it about boys and hair???
Loving thoughts to you,
Mae
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