Bald And Handsome

My husband is bald and it’s all my fault.

It all started innocently enough. I was getting ready for bed the other night when Jon asked me to help him in the bathroom.

“Can you come here for a minute?” he asked.

I was in bed, contacts out, PJ’s on, ready to go to sleep. I didn’t really want to get out of bed.

“Sure,” I said, trying to disguise my annoyance.

I walked into the bathroom where everything was a blur.  I could hear the sound of Jon using an electric razor to trim up his beard. Truth be told, I like seeing his face instead of a beard. It’s not my favorite look and he knows it, but he seems pretty fond of it.

“Can you shave my neck?” he asked me, “It needs it.”

I’ve done this many times in the over twenty years since we’ve been married.

“Sure,” I said, taking the razor. I could do it with my eyes closed.

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And, that’s when it happened. Instead of moving the razor down to shave his neckline, I moved it up… accidentally going into his actual hair. I realized what had happened and tried to fix it by making the other side equal.

What resulted wasn’t ideal.

Jon must have noticed my expression and asked, “How does it look?”

“Well,” I said, “I might have gone a little too far, but let’s just reevaluate it in the morning.”

Bald and beautiful. After all, it's just hair.

Bald and beautiful. After all, it’s just hair.

He didn’t like my answer and took a look at the back of his head.

“Oh no,” he said, “What did you do?”

“I’m so sorry,” I said laughing, “I messed up.”

We were both laughing, fortunately, and again, I tried to stress the benefit of going to sleep and looking at it in the morning. Maybe things would look better after a good night’s sleep. I left the bathroom after apologizing again.He was taking it very well.

Back in bed, I was about to pop my earplugs into my ears, when I heard the razor going full throttle.

“What are you doing?” I hollered to him, “I’m shaving my head.”

Oh dear.

My husband was going to be bald, and it was all my fault.

I closed my eyes and went to sleep. I didn’t want to look.

Here are the lessons:

  1. Always wear your glasses or contacts when putting an instrument to someone’s head. Always.
  2. When things don’t go the way you want them to go, you don’t have to make a big deal about it. You have a choice. You don’t have to freak out or dwell on whatever happened. You can simply make the best out of your situation.
  3. Hair does grow back. After going through chemotherapy myself, I can attest to this. It isn’t fun to be bald, but after all, it’s just hair. I actually found this to be one of the hardest things about going through treatment for breast cancer. As a woman, my hair was very important to me. I loved it. Now that it’s growing back and I can put it into a ponytail, I have to admit, it’s really not that important to me anymore. After all, it’s just hair. I’m glad to have it, but it doesn’t define me.

If you happen to see my husband around town, feel free to ask him about his new hair style. He’d be happy to discuss it with you.

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