Green Hair & Sam

Friday was Twin Day at my eight-year-old son Rassy’s elementary school. I knew this well in advance. He, however, came home Thursday with a sense of urgency. ..

“Tomorrow’s Twin Day,” he announces. ” We need to get some stuff. Sam and I are gonna dress like twins.”

Oh?

“We’ve been talking about it all week,” he informs me.

This is news to me.

“Like what? What kind of stuff?” I ask.

“Like hair stuff, like last year.”

He’s talking about colored hairspray, the kind he used in First Grade. I begin the scramble. I check the drugstore’s website and determine where I can find it. I look in the school directory to get Sam’s phone number. No dice. My mind races…

“Okay, jump in the car. We’ll go get the hair spray and then drop it off at school afterwards,” I announce as I remember that Sam goes to the Y daycare after school.

We peruse the hairspray colors for several minutes. After finding that they don’t carry the agreed-upon Red, he settles on Green.

We throw it in the bag with a note to Sam’s dad that includes our phone number and drop it off at school. We hope for the best.

Later that night Sam’s dad calls, and we talk attire. Rassy confers with Sam. We determine that both boys will wear black shirts, jeans and spray their hair green. Green all over. It’s a done deal.

We wake up Friday morning, Twin Day, and the anxiety begins.

“Can you guarantee that Sam’s gonna do it?” Rassy asks (“guarantee” is his new favorite, most-often-used word.)

“No, I can’t guarantee anything that anybody else is going to do. But since we talked to his dad, I think there’s a really good chance.”

He throws out the worst-case scenario: “What if he doesn’t?”

“Well, let’s put a hat in your backpack, just in case.”

“What if Sam doesn’t do it?” Rassy asks again.

We then talk through what he could say, how he could handle his disappointment. We rehearse some lines.

We spray his hair green. All over.

It’s time to make the drive to school. He hops in the cars, still questioning…

“What if Sam doesn’t do it….”

Moments later I turn into the school parking lot and across the distance see the brightest, neon Hulk-green head glowing under the covered playground.

“Sam did it!” I declare.

The emotions dance across his face: relief, happiness, excitement, joy.

“Can you guarantee it?” he asks.

“100 percent.”

As I prepare to drop my green-headed, black-shirted son at the Kiss ‘n’ Go line, my heart swells with pride and happiness. He has taken the lead. He has made this happen. He has reached out. He has taken a chance. He has stepped out of his comfort zone.

He is learning to trust.

Not because of something I say, or attempt to teach, but through his own experience. As a relatively laid-back, reserved dude, this is a Big Deal. I tell him that I’m proud of what he’s done for Twin Day:  for taking the lead, making things happen, reaching out, taking chances, stepping out of his comfort zone. Trusting.

He jumps out of the car and runs to meet his Twin. A concrete column blocks my view. I can’t see what happens when they spot each other. But I imagine the delight as they see each other, and the comfort and confidence that comes with being a pair. Again, my heart swells.

A Big Deal? I guarantee it.

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5 thoughts on “Green Hair & Sam

  1. I am honered to be your first review. It made me a little teary eyed with how the love that comes across in this Blog -for Rass. Huckster is smiling down on you.

    Love Mo.

  2. I know that feeling in your heart when you hope so much that the other child committed too. Colin has gone to school in green hair as well, but on St. Pat’s day. I look forward to reasing your blog!

  3. I love that you are blogging and I love this story. I wonder what types of conversations Sam and his dad were having at their house and on their car ride!

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