I have hinted before that my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer last November. It has really shaken things up here. Not only did it make a crappy year even crappier (stupid 2010), it has changed how often we see my parents as well as altered my babysitting help. It has darkened my mortality, but it has brought out the optimism and fighting nature of my mom. Granted, it helped that she realized she needed back on antidepressants. And yes, my dad and brother are grateful.
But with cancer-fighting comes chemo. And with chemo comes the dramatic loss of hair. As my mom struggled with the thought of being bald, my dad made the decision to finally shave his head, something my mom had wanted him to do for years. It was a huge thing for my dad because he’s been bald for years, and the thought of loosing ALL of his hair nearly killed him. Since my dad was doing it, my baby brother volunteered. That was a huge deal because his widow’s peak gets more noticable by the month, and he prefers to hide it.
Since my dad and baby brother were shaving their heads, my mom asked me what I was planning to do. For five agonizing minutes I thought. “Mom. (deep breath) (another deep breath) What about the Little Brother?” Yeah, I couldn’t do it. (And apparently, neither could he. Wuss.)
But since my mom, my dad, the most favorite uncle – The Friendly Giant- were shaving their heads, Tornado E decided to do the same. What could we say? Sure, he doesn’t know exactly why everyone is doing it. It’s not the same sacrifice. But he did in solidarity too.
So we took him to get his head shaved.
After two passes with the razor, Tornado E turned to me and said, “Mommy, I’m done now.”
With just one more pass to go on the razor, Tornado E turned to me, “I like it like this. Can we stop now?”
Um, hell, no.
When it was all shaved off, Tornado E looked at himself in the mirror, giggled, and whirled around the barber shop like the tornado he is. He loved it. We loved it. My mom cried when she saw it. Some of the moms at school cried when they saw it.
The next day, Tornado E jumped around the house in the middle of some daydream. He looked up and called, “HEY, MOMMY! You need to buy me a wig now that I’m bald!”