So there’s this new K-cut outlet at Rivervale Mall and he decided to get his haircut. He was very excited about getting this certain style of haircut for the holidays. But sadly, the Stylist botched up and he was left in despair with a patch in his hair.
I went to the Stylist to see how that had happened and I realised the Stylist couldn’t understand English well and had given him a style which she thought was the right way to cut, but without his consent and it was entirely not how he wanted it done. She made it worst when she said that he didn’t tell her how he wanted it. (I trust my son would have given proper instructions as he was very particular with his hair style.) She was totally unapologetic.
I had asked him to go back for a salvage cut but he was too embarassed. He was against me confronting the Stylist and was upset with me for embarassing him. While I, in turn, was upset with him for not standing up for himself and for accepting shoddy service.
Yes, we had some fierce discussions when we got home.
He (crying) : Where’s mercy then? Why can’t we show mercy by forgiving?
I was taken aback by his question. I questioned myself for a moment. Was that an opportunity for mercy? Could I have just let go & forget about it?
My take was he paid for a service & the service was not up to standard. She had lied about him not giving instructions to her. She had even acted smug. It was shoddy service with a bad attitude. And money do not grow on trees. Why should I have to pay if I had to salvage a cut?
But his simple question to me still lingers…. could I have been more merciful? My son has opened my eyes to something else.
Upon reflection, how blessed I am to have my child reminding me of God’s mercy. And that he’s trying to be like Jesus, that he is able to question my actions & challenge me to reflect.
Just as the Year of Mercy closes.