It was Cody. He was our second child and firstborn son, thirteen years old (at that time) and going into the seventh grade.
Let's step back from this scene a few feet and take in a bigger picture, which was: This could be a time to exhibit grace.
Back then, bleaching hair was a new thing, not like it is today. When Cody asked me about bleaching his hair, this fad was on its way in. You could count the boys in his school on one had who had nuked their hair. It was a look that had made its debut on the heads of headbangers. The etymology of these fads is often why many conservative Christian parents assume that such an idea is really a stupid (read: horrible) idea. Why would you let your kids look like the kids from hell? What does it say about a boy who wants to identify with a style popular among people who would strip your car when you weren't looking? And the bigger question: How would this reflect on me as a parent if my church friends saw my son with his hair all goofy?
These are the kinds of questions that cross the minds of Christian parents when their children ask permission to experiment with any popular trend. These are also the very questions that prompt these same parents to tersely respond, "Sorry, fella, but no way and no how." That's because Cody was asking permission to do something that would cause people to prejudge him-and not necessarily for the good. He was also asking my permission to do something that could affect how his peer group saw him-which he figured would probably be favorable. These are the very reasons why many parents assume the answer should be "It is absolutely out of the question."
What my wife and I have learned over the years is that grace-based homes have got to be places where children have the option to be who God uniquely designed them to be. Therefore, the first characteristic of grace-based homes is: They are homes that give children the freedom to be different.
Not allowing your children to do innocent but different things is the logical outgrowth of a belief system that emphasizes the symbols of faith rather than its substance. This shallow religion measures success more by the image than by genuine authenticity. It reminds me of a twist on an old saying: "It matters not whether you win or lose; it's how you look for the team picture that counts." Unfortunately, this is a gigantic and unnecessary joy stealer for kids.
But those who are just plain different and do goofy things aren't necessarily wrong. They're just different.
Because their different looks or behavior often annoy or embarrass their parents, it is automatically assumed that whatever they are doing (or want to do) must not be tolerated. This makes it tough for kids hard-wired by God to be a bit different and limits us in being used as God's instruments of grace.
So Cody and I talked. He told me why he wanted to bleach his hair (the standard, superficial reasons-his friends were bleaching their hair and it was "cool"). We talked about some stereotypes that people attribute to it.
As I listened, I thought of all the evidence that God was very much alive and actively working inside his heart. His attitude, his speech, his respectful treatment of his parents and siblings, his love for the things of the Spirit, all pointed to a boy whose heart was in tune with God. Based on that, and the fact that he wanted to do something temporary that had no moral problem attached to it, I said, "Cody, I'm fine with you bleaching your hair, but I should talk to Mom about it first. If for some reason Mom is uncomfortable with this, then I'm going to vote with her, which means I'll want you to submit to our wishes without giving us any grief." He agreed.
When I got a chance to tell Darcy (my wife) about the conversation I had with Cody, she said it would be fine with her. Cody was stoked to hear the news, and it just so happened that our friend's daughter was a platinum blond-thanks to a bottle. She had all the stuff to do the job that night. The whole family gathered around to watch the process and take pictures.
The next morning we went parasailing and Cody launched off just a little bit before me. I could see his blond hair sticking out from under his helmet. He was waiting for me when I landed, helmet in hand, bright yellow hair shining on his head, and a grin from ear to ear.