When D finished Blueberry's low cut, he asked if we wanted a line. I gave an inquisitive look that silently asked, "do I?" to one of his colleagues, who was admiring Blueberry's finely shaped head. She gave me a clear affirmative. "Yes yes, a line is good," I said. I had once heard a black student of mine in conversation with his peers telling me that the most important part of getting my son's hair cut was finding someone who could do a good line. D did a great line. D was a great barber - he was gentle, attentive, and patient. Blueberry cried, but it was the cry of the unfamiliar, not the cry of fear or pain.
Oh what a kissable round head my boy has! I'm sad to see the fro go but I have to say, I allowed others with much much more cultural competency to guide me on this decision - and it's a good one. It's also the right practice for our family to engage the black community as part of raising a healthy young one.