I took the Fairy-Author with my to try on dresses for my brother’s upcoming wedding. We didn’t find anything that day. When I tried on the last dress she said, “I thought it was going to be something special, but that square isn’t helping.”
The house I grew up in looked like it was ready to be photographed for a catalog at all times. It wasn’t that we had a lot of money, my mom and dad just had a great eye for design and they could DIY anything before DIY was cool!
A scenario that best describes the environment I was accustomed to goes something like this: I brought a group of friends home from college my freshmen year. Within two steps of entering the door, a guy friend half-serious says, “are we allowed to use the toilets?”
Another time, my parents offered to babysit for a family friend and pile all five of us kids into the friends’ house so the other parents could go out. While they babysat, they decided to take the time to reorganize the other family’s furniture! When the couple returned they were obviously surprised to find their house looking completely different, but kept the upgrade.
What’s my point?
My point is I was shocked when my always-perfect-mom advised me, “enjoy your kids and don’t worry about cleaning your house!” at my second baby shower.
“Who are you and what have you done with my mother?” I blurted out!
I believe in keeping an orderly home, but it was very liberating to know that if my mom could’ve gone back for a do-over she would have spent more time enjoying us, her kids, and less time keeping a picture of perfection.
Even though my mom eventually gave me the sage wisdom that my kids are more important than a spotless house, she didn’t give up on perfection completely. She always believed in a perfect pedicure. As she spent the last eight months in and out of the cancer center and homebound, she always checked to see if my toes were painted. She checked to see if the paint was chipped and whether the nail bed was nicely filled. I became her personal pedicurist when she was too sick to trust nail salons.
Paint your daughter’s toenails! I’m sure the time you spend will be a treasured memory…one day she may paint yours too!