My husband has not always had long hair. In fact, his (now) long hair started off as mostly a joke. He had gone too long in between haircuts and decided to leverage his messy mop for the good of learning. He promised students at his elementary school that if everyone turned in a big assignment on time – he would shave his head. This actually happened at my school when I was in fifth grade, I still remember the school-wide assembly where we gathered to watch a PE teacher shave his head after we had gathered an exceptional number of phone books.*
Anyway, not all of the assignments got turned in, so with a shaggy head instead of a shaved one, he asked what I thought of him growing it out. To be honest, I wasn’t surprised – this man was an art major in college after all. Plus, traditional gender roles have never been part of our relationship. He cooks and I do laundry. He sews and I bring him projects. He is the fun spontaneous parent and I know I need to relax more. Plus, he’s never told me how to wear my hair and I didn’t really have an opinion on how he wanted to wear his in a bun.
If you had told me at any point in our relationship that we would have the same length hair – I would have assumed I would be rocking a sweet & short pixie cut. Instead we’ve both currently got locks past our collar bones. And it doesn’t bother me. I actually really like the way it looks on him. More importantly, so does he.
Now if I could just find all of my ponytail holders that he keeps “borrowing”.
*Footnote: Does anyone remember collecting phone books for schools? And better yet, do you remember why?
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