News flash: I am not a girlie-girl. I never have been and never will be.
I like clothes and jewelry and purses and shoes and, well, you get the point. But I’m just not into spending too much time on my appearance, so if it’s quick and easy, I’ll do it, and if it’s not, I won’t.
And now that I have kids, there’s less time than before so now I have to have something fast when before it was just because I was lazy.
So when I painted my nails a couple weeks ago it was out of the ordinary. And for my two year old, it was mindblowing. I painted them one night after she went to bed and it was the first thing she noticed the next morning (she’s a smart one, I tell ya).
She was paying so much attention to my fingernails that I told her after her bath I’d paint her toenails. You would have thought I’d told her she could eat a whole box of fruit snacks, it was such exciting news.
So after her bath, she got to pick a shade of pink (for someone that doesn’t paint my nails often, I have a lot of nail polish…) and I sat her on the coffee table and did her nails. It was super-fun. Seriously.
It reminded me of a conversation I had with my friend Shauna right after Elliott was born. At the time she had a one-and-a-half year old daughter and she told me I would one day love to paint Elliott’s toes and it’s so cute when you do it to match yours. I remember scoffing at that and thinking I would never do that. Too cute for me.
Well, things have definitely changed. I still don’t have the desire to paint my toenails, but I loved painting Elliott’s cute little nails. And the joy it brought to her was well worth the five (or less ) minutes it took.
Just thinking about it now makes me happy.
Painting my daughter’s toenails makes me happy.
Who would have thought?