They used to be the worst. Our monkey absolutely hated them. More often than not, they ended in pinching, scratching, and even biting. We would go months without a haircut simply because the experience was just too overwhelming for him. Forcing it wasn’t worth the trauma for any of us.
But we kept at it. Slowly, patiently, on his terms.
I remember the early milestones like they were yesterday. Going from just one minute of tolerance, to three, then five. Small victories that meant everything to us. And now? My husband can take up to a full ten minutes before the monkey gets squirmy, and we haven’t seen one of those big meltdowns in a long time. That’s not a small thing. That’s everything.
I’ve learned to step back and let them have their moment. It’s their time. Let the boys handle their business.
Over the years, my husband truly grew into this role. I invested in a quality set of professional hair clippers for him, and it made all the difference. Now, haircuts happen every two weeks like clockwork because my husband loves keeping the monkey sharp with a clean fade. His teachers and therapists always notice, always comment, and always compliment him. And honestly that never gets old.
My husband takes so much pride in this. Not just in the haircut, but in the journey. Watching the monkey grow, adapt, and trust has been a reward in itself. And now that he is starting high school,he says, “High school can be brutal, and a fresh haircut can go a long way.”
He’s not wrong. And Monkey is proof that with patience, love, and consistency, anything is possible.