Well hello there, awesome Moxie-Dude readers.
Can you believe we’ve been accosted by yet ANOTHER Monday? Sometimes I think there are more Mondays than any other day of the week. And yes, I realize how impossible that is but I still think it. Usually on Mondays.
This weekend I got to realize just how grown-up my youngest daughter is becoming and I’m pretty sure that I’m not ready to face this quasi-new reality.
We were driving, which seems to be when we do most of our talking lately, and she says, “Mom, can I start wearing concealer under my eyes?”
Naturally my reaction was, “Are you on drugs? You’re 14 years old.”
Her argument? “Please, mummy. I NEED it.”
Before responding I gave a quick thanks to the-gods-that-be for her use of the word “mummy” and said, “You do not need it. Trust me. If anyone on this planet has your back, it’s me. Not your friends. Not your boyfriend – although I really hope that you don’t have one yet – but ME. And if I thought you needed to cover up something that shouldn’t be hanging from under your eyes, I would tell you.”
I think I made sense to her because there was a long-ish pause before she asked, “What about eyeliner?”
To which I responded with what I always say when I’m not sure what I should be answering, “Want to go get ice cream?”
Alas the day was saved once again by a couple of chocolate-vanilla swirls.
Although not really. I know that this is just the beginning of her newly developing sense of independence as she prepares to explore the world on her own (aka without me). And even though I’ve been through this twice before with my eldest daughters – now in their 20s – it doesn’t make it any easier or any less scary.
The good news is that by the time we finished eating our ice cream, she completely forgot about her sudden need to look 27.
The bad news is that the welcoming committee when we got home later that afternoon was a bunch of teenage boys practicing their long boarding techniques on the street in front of our house. Suddenly my daughter had this incredible urge to sit on the front step – right after she brushed her hair, changed her top and applied a thick layer of cherry ChapStick.
I’m so not ready for this . . .
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