Before last week, Miller’s last haircut was in February 2020.
He loved his long hair. He loved the way it flowed behind him when he ran. He loved that people called him Malibu Miller and told him he looked like a surfer or a European footballer. He loved that many of his friends wanted to grow their hair like his but their parents wouldn’t let them. He thought it was very cool that he had the longest hair of any boy he knew.
He said he was never, ever, ever going to cut his hair.
Then one day, he came downstairs from the shower, long hair dripping through the house, and he was so giddy he couldn’t contain himself.
“I think”…he squealed, jumping around…then paused to take several deep breaths so he could speak. “I think I’m going to cut my hair!”
He was as shocked as we were to hear those words coming out of his mouth.
“What? Where did that come from?” we asked.
“It just popped into my head!” he exclaimed. He said the thought surprised him when it showed up, then as he considered it more and more it became super exciting.
Three days later…well, you can see the before and after pictures.
How in the world do ideas…non-tangible little blips of energy…travel from who-knows-where into little boy’s (and big girl’s and boy’s) heads? One thought shows up, it’s given attention or it’s not. Action happens or it doesn’t.
We don’t make any of it happen, but how amazing that we get to experience anything that pops into our head.
