I want my little girl to grow up to be confident woman who doesn’t feel like she needs to wear makeup. Reality: she will sneak eyeliner and lip gloss in her backpack in middle school if I restrict her makeup use. That will sure be hard to do since she sees me putting on makeup each and every morning. While I’ve embraced my curls, I sure haven’t embraced my less than perfect complexion. Therefore, I’m walking on a tightrope every day between getting myself ready so I’m presentable without seeming too fussy about how I look. (A little background: Before I became a teacher, I worked in the beauty industry. I was an assistant beauty editor for iVillage.com right out of college. Then I did p.r. and merchandising for a variety of hair care and makeup companies. While I hate to admit it, I can be a bit vain.)
We were rushing to get out of the house this morning when Isabelle decided she wanted to put on some makeup too, which means I hand her a makeup brush and she swipes the makeup-less brush along her face as I apply my makeup. Moments after I put on my concealer, she said, “up, up, up.”
“Pick up?” (We’re trying to get her to add the word pick before she says “up.”)
“Puh,” she replied.
“Pick up, put it together.”
“Up!” she responded.
“As soon as I put on my powder and spray my face, I will pick you up,” I responded.
I applied my face powder as fast as I could. All the while, Isabelle is turning the knob on my makeup mirror, which kept dimming the light.
“Put it back on, please.”
“Ahn (on),” she replied as she brightened it up.
“Yes, on,” I said as I misted my face to set my makeup. “Do you want some?” I asked.
“(Ye)sss,” Isabelle said.
“Close your eyes,” I commanded.
“You may close your eyes,” I said.
Her peepers stared back at me.
“If you don’t close your eyes, the mist will get in your eyes.”
She continued to stare at me. Seriously?
So, I did what any normal person would do. I covered her eyes and sprayed her face once. Her face moved slightly from the shock of the spray and then she smiled.
“Do you want me to pick you up?”
I hoisted her on to my lap and then the real fun began. Isabelle began to move around my makeup brushes, picked up the eye shadows and pretended they were telephones, and then rearranged the placement of my blush.
I don’t let Isabelle actually put on any of the makeup for real when she’s playing at my makeup table. I let her pretend to apply blush and face powder. I’m not sure if that’s the “right thing” to do, but it’s what I’m doing. And so far, I think we’re doing fine.