Philip hates getting his hair cut. I have written about this in the past (click here for old post). It has still been a struggle to get his hair
cut. My sister Kit, his barber, had been
waiting for him to come around since before Thanksgiving. We no longer want to force Philip by
wrestling him down with a mob of relatives.
We wanted him to come on his own free will, but it was starting to look
like he was never going to come. Philip
was looking like his favorite musicians, the Beatles of the 60s. I was beginning to think I was going to have
to get used to the idea of having him look like the Beatles of the 70s.
I was determined we would have Philip’s hair cut in time for
Christmas. We spent practically the
whole of Dec. 23 coaxing Philip to get his hair cut and following him around the
house. He kept spelling that he wanted
his hair cut, but as he approached the stool in kitchen, he would suddenly turn
around and bolt the opposite direction.
We then tried to get him to sit comfortably anywhere, but if my sister
approached him with the scissors, he suddenly got up and ran. Finally it was time for my sister to leave. About a half hour after Kit left that day,
Philip started crying inconsolably.
After he calmed down, I asked him why he was crying. “I am sad because I didn’t get my hair cut,” he
spelled. I asked why he wouldn’t let Kit
cut his hair. He explained, “I am scared
I will lose control.” I realized that
Philip had the desire to get his haircut, but for some reason, he became overly
anxious and his body was rebelling against the idea of getting it done.
Today, we spent much of the day at my mom and dad’s house. Again we tried to get Philip’s haircut for the
New Year. I even tried giving Philip Benadryl. Philip looked a bit drowsy 10 minutes
after taking it but he still would not allow us to touch his hair. I was hoping Philip might fall asleep, but
the effect of the Benadryl was very short-lived and he was back to his running
and jumping self within 30 minutes. It
was looking hopeless. By 5 o’clock,
Philip was running laps around my parent’s staircases. They have 2 sets of stairs so he was
literally doing loops. I tried to stop
him on the stairs and coax him to sit on the stairs so Kit could cut his
hair. Finally around 5:30, my sister
gave a “last chance” warning because she had to get dinner ready. Even though Kit was patient through all of
this, my patience was wearing thin and I was on the verge of yelling. I was about to get everyone ready to go home
when finally Philip walked out to the kitchen stool all on his own. He sat down and my sister began cutting his
hair as soon as she got the chance. I
let Philip grab onto me for support. He
was whimpering, but sitting mostly still.
Kit and I encouraged him saying how well he was sitting and how proud we
were for him overcoming his fear- because we really were! It took Kit quite awhile because Philip had
so much hair, but finally she was done and Philip looked so handsome and happy!
Tonight after dinner, I asked Philip about getting his
haircut.
Lisa (Me): Do you
like to get your hair cut?
Philip: I like to get
my hair cut bc (because) I want to look good.
L: What happens to you
when it is time to get your haircut? Why
is it so hard?
P: I get anxious bc I
am scared of losing control of myself. I
am scared to hurt myself by not sitting still.
L: What helps you not
be as anxious?
P: It helps me when
you let me sit in my own time.
L: How did you
finally decide to sit and have your haircut?
P: I told myself to
calm down and silently prayed to God.
L: Was there anything
me and Auntie Kit did to help?
P: A lot of patience
and love.
L: Anything we didn’t
do well?
P (smiling, as if to say, “I'm so glad you asked”): I am sad when you keep yelling at me.
L: What can I do
better in the future?
P: Let me come when I
am ready.
L: I think I would
still have to encourage you. How can I
be more encouraging?
P: In each case, keep
tons of stairs.
L: Huh? What do you mean?
P: My will to rest
tons is broken by running stairs.
L: I still don’t get
it.
P: It relaxes me to
get my hair cut.
(Ahaa moment for me!)
L: How did it feel to
get your hair cut?
P: It felt pressure
(stressful) but I am happy I did it.
L: What do you think
of your haircut?
P: I love it.
L: What do you want
to say to Auntie Kit?
P: Thank you for
cutting my hair. You did great each time
you cut my hair. You are the best
Aunt. So much love to you. Love, Philip.
So there you have it!
A handsome haircut for Philip and a new lesson learned for me.
Kit cutting Philip's hair
All done!
Before
See the resemblance! (Philip's favorite Beatle)
After!
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