Lipstick Kids

I remember when I was Lil bit's age having been dropped off at pre school with my other little friends I would watch how their mothers would give them a kiss on their forehead or cheek leaving traces of their lip stick. I saw how it brightened their day as they bounced into class silently showing off their mothers' token of affection.

I remember so desperately wanting my mom to do the same. I remember begging for kisses and being so happy when she would occasionally humor my little 4 year old request. What ever feeling was behind her kiss didn't matter I got what I wanted; the ability to show off like everyone else. LOL!

Within the last few months I have been wearing make up regularly (though I always wear lip gloss). A month ago I kissed Lil bit who at the time was rather reluctant on staying at school. When she realized that my lip stick left a mark on her face she beamed with joy and started silently boasting about her Mommy's "morning kiss" as she calls is. Since then it has become a morning ritual and I can see the other little kids eye balling here as she runs to the mirror in the bathroom just to make sure I left a token of my affection on her face.

Now as a child I did not go to that extreme and even as an adult it is extreme but as I step outside of myself as a parent/adult I see how my children react to the smallest of things and it often amazes me the impact it has on them. I often wonder what their fondest memories will be when they grow up; will it be the big things? Or, will be the little things? Not quite sure and I suspect I have some time before I find out but one thing I definitely do know is that my kids are happy that I have made them a part of the secret Lipstick Kids (that is what I called them at that age) club and they love it.

I will be writing about product reviews in my next entry...I have become addicted to some stuff.

Growing Old Gracefully....

Is something that I always thought I would do until I found a long strand of grey hair in my head a few weeks ago. I felt the panic rise up in me and I had to bring myself back down to Earth before I raided the beauty store for every bit of hair color they had.

Though I know where there is one grey hair there are many more hiding or to follow I still need to face reality that it is a part of the process. Momma spoke of times such as these but what momma failed to speak on were the excessive hairs that show up in places they should not nor never be on a female that I would have to be sure to stay on top of, nor did she speak of the growing inability to stay up past 11PM period and she did not mention that slight achy feeling that creeps up into my bones on those rainy days.

Don't get me wrong I am excited about being over 30 and growing older and wiser but I think I romanticized a portion of opening the door to 30+. When I opened that door I did not realize that the things that come with getting older would sneak in and attack me like a thief in the night. I suppose there is a good and a bad that goes with everything. I am not going to fight the growing old process but I am going to ease some of the aches and pains that come with it by exercising my body and mind more than I normally do.

Hopefully the achy mornings will soon disappear, my energy level will come up a few notches and I won't be so surprised by what may come for me next in the name of getting older.

In being whimsical, I know when I am getting older, no I mean distinguished/seasoned when:

*Hip-hop irritates my spirit(what are these young kids talking about) and the smooth sounds of old school R&B become a preference because it soothes my soul (The Temptations...in heavy rotation for LIFE!).

*When I find myself saying, "these young girls here these days","these new parents have not a clue",and "Huh? I can't hear you? Say that again? Speak up?!?".

*When I have to ask don't have some place nice and quiet because it is too noisy in there.

*When shutting down the club, going to IHOP then running home for 2 hours of sleep and going to church is no longer an option much less a thought.

*When you no longer care what any one else thinks and you start to say what ever is on your mind; that's priceless and comical.

*When cotton briefs (and an occasional boy short) become the preference over those cute LITTLE Victoria Secret lacy, satiny, frilly like panties, thongs, g-string what ever the preference used to be.

*When twenty somethings flock to you like bees to honey and the prospect of joining Cougar Town exclusively lingers over your head like a storm cloud.

*Have to ask who the hell is Justin Beber(sp.) and he is important because?

*When I actually look forward to hearing the President speak (y'all know he is long winded).

*Oh and most importantly, when you have a thorough appreciation of everything in life and the people that are in this life with you.

Yeah, ok, I'm seasoned. *Kanye shrug*