My son has long hair. Long, curly, wild hair. He's nearly 9 years old and it's only been cut twice. The first time came at the age of 3, when he hacked a chunk of ringlets out of the back of his head with kid scissors.
If you broke, who would stay up at night, terrified of the shadows? Who would hold your tiny miracle just right, who would love him and smell the top of his head? Who would stare at him, marveling while he slept in their arms?