Julian has CRAZY hair. Don't get me wrong. I love it, but it is crazy. When his hair first began to grow as a baby it stood straight up in the air, completely defying the laws of gravity... and it has never stopped standing up. He can also thank both of his parents for the cowlicks (by the way, I have always detested that term, impossible not to imagine a cow actually licking your head).
We keep his hair fairly short - mainly because I'm not sure what would really happen if it actually grew long - would it just keep going up?
As I said though, I love it. It is crazy, it is kooky, it is Julian.
Last night as we were "having a little talk" (as he calls it) before bed he said: "Mommy... why does my hair go up? I want flat hair like the boys at school. I want hair like Alexander's.". I swear, it absolutely broke my heart. How is it possible that even at the age of 4, children are already capable of noticing what is "different" about themselves... and even sadder is they are already so desperate to be just like everyone else.
I told Julian he has magic hair, and it is beautiful. I hope he believed me, because it's true.