When I had an appointment over a week ago, my toddler watched and studied me with great interest as I applied makeup, lotion, and brushed my hair just-so. In fact, right alongside me, she’d pick up every item I had just used, asking to use it herself.
Every since, she’s in my bathroom daily, taking out this piece of make-up, or that brush, or asking to use one of my many scented lotions. I love how she’s a mini-me, and how deliciously girly she is in her interests in all of mommy’s pretty things, but it also kind-of freaks me out a little. She’s far too young to wear make-up and yet, there she is, begging me to put on my sparkly eye shadow, just like mommy.
I know this isn’t anything new, little girls do this all the time, getting into mommy’s make-up and hair products (even boys do it, too), but it’s troubling to see how old they suddenly seem, seeing their interests shift to older-girl things, or how you realize you’ll blink, and WHAM, they really are sixteen and wearing their own make-up.
But it’s the hair-dos that are getting me at present. I loooove when she brushes my hair, practicing pony-tails and getting a grasp on how to use a clip (mommy’s favorite go-to hair accessory. It’s the 21st century scrunchy, y’know). She’ll grasp and collect and finger-comb and scoop (what’s left of my) hair into a ponytail and melt me into a puddle of mom right there on the couch or chair, almost like a mini-toddler massage. I’m willing to overlook when she’s over-zealous and trying to rip my scalp off, digging the brush into my flesh.
“See, mommy? I’m being gently and nice.” As she perfects my hair and applies one last dollop of air to my cheeks with my powder brush.
“Oh, you’re being gently and nice, huh?” I wince a little, afraid for the final touch.
“Yep!” She skips off, placing down her magical brush of happiness, proud of her accomplishment of making over mom once more.
And thankfully, there’s no blood involved. Or much hair on the floor from the pulling. But I really need to do a better job of keeping track of what she’s done, though.
I had to go out to move the sprinkler and turn it on for a different zone. I knew my hair had been taken down and probably looked a little crazy, but I simply had no idea what was in it.
I went outside looking like this.
Ah, the beauty of toddler hair-dos.
Do you experience this, too?
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