Steven and I were at
a “Cousins Party' and while we were sitting in the backyard
catching up on the family news I couldn't help but notice all the
youngest cousins running around having fun.
I was feeling
nostalgic, missing when my guys were that little as I watched the
group of guys, fourth grade and younger, throwing the football to
each other. Than they raced to the front of the house to play
basketball before coming back to watch a game of horse shoes. They
were just a whirlwind of motion. It was exactly how I remember my
boys being at that age and I couldn't help but smile.
But then I noticed
the little girl cousins. They were all first grade and younger
walking around the back yard each holding an umbrella to shade
themselves from the sun and humming songs. I wasn't sure what they
were playing until one of them came close enough for me to peek under
the umbrella. That's when I notice the blue eye shadow all over her
forehead. I looked over at her Mom, who was sitting next to me, “Is
someone doing face painting?” I asked her.
“No they're
practicing putting on make-up.” she answered.
Now, I raised boys,
so I missed the make-up phase.
But, I was also
raised by a Mom who never wore make-up, except for some red lipstick
when she wanted to feel like she'd gone to some trouble. I never even
saw make-up until I was in middle school.
I wasn't quite sure
how I felt about little girls and make-up at this age. But then
another one of little girls came by and I was caught off guard when I
realized she'd done a pretty good job with her application. She'd
chosen a pretty bold color palette but the eye make-up was where it
was suppose to be and so was the lipstick and blush. I was impressed.
“She did a pretty
good job.” I said to her Mom.
“She loves
playing with make-up.” She answered. “She's not allowed to go out
wearing it but around the house,” she shrugged her shoulders.
“What's the harm?”
As everyone moved
on to another conversation I could help but flash back to my first
experience with makeup. It was middle school and it had been a
nightmare!
I always wondered
how those girls from middle school, who came in looking fabulous from
the very first day wearing makeup, did it. They made all the rest of
us look like recent graduates of Clown School. I'd always assumed
they had some gift at putting it on. But now I realized it was
because they'd been able to practice years before it was acceptable.
Maybe my Mom hadn't
made the right decision about the no make-up rule. Maybe I still
wouldn't be struggling with trying to get mascara on without
accidentally painting my contact lens. Maybe I would know the
difference between wearing eye shadow in a cat's eye shape or a
smudge. Maybe I would have cared if I'd just started earlier!
I couldn't believe
I was actually looking at a five year old at this very moment and
wondering how she got her lipstick on so perfectly. I was just about
to ask her if she used lip liner first when I realized: I was about
to ask a FIVE year old for make-up tips!
That's when I
quickly got up from the table. “I'm going in to get a drink.” I
announced. “Does anyone else want anything?”
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