I’m Grateful for Haircuts

It’s not about the hair, but who cut it

Saturday January 6, 2024


Growing up my mom would cut my hair. I would sit in the bathroom on a wooden stool, looking into the mirror.

Today I cut my son’s hair for the first time. I couldn’t help but think of those many years of one-on-one conversations with my mom.

Spending time just sitting and talking can be the best time we have to share. It can be something as simple as a boring haircut.

Time together is time not apart


Bryan lives somewhere at the intersection of faith, fatherhood, and futurism and writes about tech, books, Christianity, gratitude, and whatever’s on his mind. If you liked reading, perhaps you’ll also like subscribing: