All the other subsequent haircuts from that point on have been torture for him and me. Screaming, crying and general freaking out (his) was what I could expect when his hair grew too long. I dreaded getting it cut, I really did. It got to the point where I would have to sit in the chair and hold him, getting covered in hair right along with him.
Yesterday, it was all different. He sat in the chair like a big boy. He sat still the entire time the lady at Cartoon cuts worked on his head. It's the best haircut he has ever had because he actually sat still. He watched the movie Cars in the chair. He was so good I was close to tears because I felt like someone should cry there, it was tradition after all.
It was so thrilling to see him shine in public like that. I'm so used to saying to strangers in an apologetic tone "he's two' on my way out of a store as he is throwing a fit. Today, I excitedly turned to strangers in the haircutting place and said, "He's two!" with a grin on my face. Gosh, I was proud. So proud of him.
He's come a long way, and it hasn't been easy for him. His language delay set him up for all kinds of tantrum/frustrated behavior. He is so much better now that he can talk. He's been released from the Speech/therapist program, he adds to his vocabulary every day and is starting to talk in small sentences. I think that some of the program's diagnoses were premature, but only time will tell. He only had 1 therapy session total, the program has some serious flaws in my opinion. The most serious being that it took 4 months from the beginning of assessment to seeing an actual speech therapist. Children change remarkably in that time, thankfully J did. He was normal, just frustrated from being unable to communicate.
A moment that took my breath away, and me without my camera. C'est la vie. Happy Monday! Until tomorrow.