I had tweeted something about how weird and amazingly fast it was to have gotten myself dressed, hair did, and makeup completed all without a little toddler child at my feet. I mean, let's be real. While it's so sweet and adorable to get leg hugs while you're trying to pull up your jeans, it does make the job go a lot slower. Same with trying to do your makeup, while realizing your toddler just stole your eyeliner and is running wild all over the 3rd floor threatening to color the walls with it. Everything is doubly adorable with a child running around, but takes double the time. At least for us.
I got a reply to that tweet from someone saying how she still, as an adult, when she goes over to her parents house, loves to sit in the bathroom with her mom as she gets ready.
And you know what? When I started thinking about that....umm....I totally do that too.
If my mom's upstairs still doing her makeup or whatever, I'll barge right up there and sit on the edge of the tub & chat, or root through her random makeup, use her hairspray, you know...all those things. It just feel comfortable. And she's my momma.
And it made me think.
One day when Emeline becomes an adult who no longer lives in my home, I hope she too will want to come sit with her momma when I do my hair, or when I'm putting on the final touches of my makeup.
Because I hope she'll link all these times now to fond memories one day.
You know. Like when she squinches up her cheeks and I put a dab of blush on them. Or when she runs around with my underwear on as a necklace (stop judging me). Or when she pulls out my box of tampons and pulls every last one out. Or when she points to all my earrings saying "pretty momma". Or when she waves to the toilet and says "buh-bye poo-poo" (even when there is nothing in it). Or when she proclaims her love for my small shoe collection. Or when she hides behind the clothes piles in my closet playing peek-a-boo with me.
One day, she'll turn into a girl. A bigger girl. Who will sit on my bathroom counter painting her nails and asking me questions about makeup. And shaving her legs. And boys. gasp.
No matter how long it takes to do my makeup, get myself dressed, or do my hair with my daughter beside me? I'm gonna go ahead and say, it's totally worth it.
And if one day, when she's an adult and still wants to come and talk to her 'ole Ma when she's getting dressed & ready? She'll always be welcome.