glimpse of the future
on the weekend i discovered anne colouring her fingernails with the crayolas. she hid her hands behind her back, ashamed when i asked what she was doing. slowly she revealed her painted nails and admitted, “i just wanted to try it.”
so monday night we had a girls’ night filled with delivering cookies (she insisted that she had to make cookies for her friends, and i loved watching her decorate and designate each one), and shopping for nail polish. i had no idea where to look for that stuff! in the end my hbc gift card brought us to zellers and a selection of colourful paints for the girl.
that night, after anne and her one blue fingernail went to bed (we were out too late for the full 10!) i took a look at my bathroom counter, littered with a hairbrush, elastics, and bright-coloured vials and realized that it was only going to get worse. soon potions and paints and whatever other “beauty” products will have been invented by then, will cover the bathroom counter. i’ll be droning on to anne about how she has to share the bathroom, and she’ll be screaming at me to respect her space while she slams the door in my face. there will be drama, hormones, emotions, boys that she “loves”, brand name clothing that she “needs”, and i’m totally going to be baggage to her.
but then i think about the other thing we did during girls’ night, and i begin to hope. not hope that i can avoid all of the teenage girl mess, but hope that there will be more to her than the beauty of her outside.
i remember her smile when she watched her friends eating their cookies, and how she eagerly hopped out of the van to deliver them. how her little fingers dipped the heart-shaped cookies into the frosting, and how she wanted every cookie to look perfect for it’s intended consumer. she’ll be a looker alright, but hope tells me that she’ll have an unparalleled beauty inside that will shine brighter than the glitter on her nails.