I need to talk about this. I'm fretting and trepidating (yes, totally made up verb, but it seems appropriate) today.
It's Wolfgang. He's having a procedure done today. Others say it's "minor", but when it's your own child, anything is "major". I've known this day was coming for about a month, and I've tried to keep a calm exterior.
Thing is, HE is so calm about it. Does he realize what's happening? Maybe not. Not fully.
In fact, as I look at the clock, he's probably finished and recovering about now. It feels strange. He left this morning like it was any other day. I tried to mirror his calmness as I took one last look. The next time I see him, he'll be different.
He's going under the... well, probably already GONE under the
Yeah, he's shaving his head. It's a school fundraiser for cancer research. He signed up a month ago or so, has collected donations, got the T-shirt. Today the hair comes off. His thick, dark, curlyish hair. Off.
Oh, he's had buzz cuts before, but he's never had a full-on G.I. Jane.
Actually, I'm pleased that he decided to do this. At first, I admit, I thought it was just some group shenanigans done under the guise of fundraising - which is fine, and yes there is a bit of that. But I also learned that most of his friends from his "core" group aren't participating. Nope, he's going "Bald for Bucks" on his own volition.
A girl friend, as opposed to "girlfriend", made a donation can for him, decorated with Calvin and Hobbs. He's turned it in and turned over his hair.
And while it may take some getting used to, it reminds me to be grateful that it's purely symbolic in his case.
UPDATE: The results are in, and it actually looks pretty slick! (literally). It feels like a big round cat's tongue. Wolfgang likes it. He thinks it might help him run faster, just in time for the start of track season. He says they raised around $8000.
I like it. As 4th in line for the shower each morning, I might actually have hot water now!