Friday, August 19, 2011
Tiki is seven.
Because his life in the United States began just a year and a half ago, other issues were a priority. Things like sitting in a chair, eating out of his own plate and learning English received top priority. (He spoke only French and "Kenyarwandan" for the first years of his life at the orphanage in Rwanda.)
Acquiring a mom and dad, four siblings, a bed of his own and all the food he'd ever dreamed of were adjustments enough. Until this week.
His family came to Broken Arrow to visit us (his very Caucasian grandparents) and while he was here it was decided that it was time for a professional "do." His mom was thinking maybe some stripes over his ears or something decorative along his neck like the football players enjoy. His very tightly wound itty bitty knotted curls were a challenge that the "weak of heart" barber would not be able to trim.
Neighbors recommended "Hair Studio" at 81st and Aspen. It was perfect!
The folks there took a look and knew exactly what to do. Tiki squirmed as the owner combed, brushed and buzzed his head to achieve a managable look. His attempt to be brave was stellar. What a great memory!
Another hurdle successfully conquered. There will be plenty more to jump, but for now, he's focusing on first grade, looking good!