Little Ears

I am quite comfortable with who I am.  I'm also quite familiar with all my flaws that constantly need work.  One of them is being overly direct.  You see, I never thought I was direct until people started using that word to describe me.  This weekend, I had to do some back peddling because my directness affected my son, Aiden.

We were at a salon getting his hair cut when the young lady turned him around and said, "he has a gap in the front of his hair, what should I do with it?"  I knew he didn't have that gap when we came in so, I asked Aiden, "have you cut your own hair?", knowing full well he didn't.  I told her to blend it the best she could.  Oh boy, she cut his bangs completely off!  This is when I went into "no filter mode".  I told her to stop because she was making it worse, she would not be touching his hair anymore, and to get someone over to fix it.  Oh boy!  I was right to stop her. . . it really was that bad, but poor little Aiden was now left feeling like his hair looked bad.  I could see it all over his face and it broke my heart.

I went into damage control.  Once it was fixed, I told him how handsome it looked and that in a couple weeks, it would grow out.  It was this morning when I realized he was okay with it.  He styled it differently and was very proud of the new style. 

Lesson learned, I have to be more conscientious of little ears.  Sometimes being direct is good, sometimes a gentler approach is necessary.   God is always working on me and what better way to prove a point than with these sweet boys.

By the way. . .he is still a very handsome little fella!