My daughter surprises and delights me in the smallest and most unexpected ways. Last week I was getting ready to attend a dinner event, and I had to put on makeup. I don't use too much makeup anymore now that I no longer anchor.
I never did wear much makeup off-air to begin with, but in particular, I work at a very conservative place, so light and natural makeup is the grooming standard.
On this night, I had on all my war paint and I also actually styled my hair with lots of hairspray and curling irons.
Olivia knew we were going out because she was going to her friend's house for a sleep over. (Her first; that's another blog.) She came into my bedroom to look at me as I was nearly ready.
"Mommy, are we ready to go to Amanda's house yet?" she asked.
I turned around. She looked at me. "Holy cow! Look at you! I'm outta here!" she yelled, and bolted to the living room.
I was confused by the wild reaction. Did I look that bad? Am I that out of practice with dramatic, nighttime makeup? Or maybe she's just being a goofball, as usual. I finished prepping.
As I walked towards the living room, I could hear her telling my husband, "Mommy is so beautiful! It's crazy! I'm outta here!" She was repeating herself and hurling herself on the sofa, acting silly.
I remember feeling like this myself when my mother would get dressed up. In fact, she still has a kindergarten drawing I made of her saying that she's so pretty when she dresses up to go to dinner or a funeral. Ha!
When Olivia saw me, she directed the compliment at me. "Mommy! You look so beautiful!" and laughing.
Cute, so cute.
I guess this old mommy can still clean up OK.