This is not the first time. Luca has always worn his hair long and has always been mistaken for a girl.
These older boys are always a type. I call them the little buzzcut bogans. And sometimes the little buzzcut bogan fuckers.
In my head. Only ever in my head.
Apart from abusing these small children in my terrible mind, I also trouble as to whether I should take Luca to have his hair cut short. Like really, properly boy short. I don't want my son to be a target. And any perceived difference, physical or otherwise, is like a giant magnet for bullies.
In the car on the way home, I casually asked him about those older boys in the playground. Were they being a bit silly? I wondered aloud. Saying things that weren't nice?
And his answer proved, as it always does, that whether he understood that they were making fun of him or not, he was unbothered by it.
On occasion, I have asked him point blank whether being mistaken for a girl upsets him and if so, does he maybe want to cut his hair. Each time, the answer has been a resounding no.
Possibly it has something to do with the fact that he fears the hairdresser like others fear the dentist. But mostly, I think it's because he just likes rocking his own thing, hair-wise.
When that changes, if that changes, he can cut his hair short.
For now, I'll be lead by my son's conviction to be who he is and to hell with anyone else.
And I am giving myself a very big shake at ever considering caving to the narrow mindset of the little buzzcut bogans.
A haircut seems a simple solution to avoid bullying but it represents a much bigger message: change yourself to fit in and conform or pay the price.
What the hell was I thinking?