The trouble with aging

Lately, Micron has had a miniature obsession with all things makeup. Of course, naturally, she's a girl. I guess. I don't think I ever went through that phase. Growing up, I owned a skateboard, and the most girly thing I remember having was my yellow-huffy bike, complete with a white and yellow wicker basket with flowers. I owned 3 Barbie's growing up, and I broke roller skate Barbie's legs because I thought it would be fun to see how well she does the splits, and after that happened, I could've cared less for Barbie. It's my lovely sister who inherited a love of all things girly. I'm not saying I'm a total tomboy, but I've had very little interest in makeup. Maybe I should. Ahem. Especially, since I'm aging. Ugh. 

I remember my Dad asking me if I was wearing any makeup at all on Junior Prom, right as my date was picking me up . . . "Uh, yeah Dad, I'm wearing some." He proceeded to tell me that he couldn't tell and that I should wear some lipstick. I was wearing lipstick. It was just a tad shade darker than the color of my normal lips. I had stopped my mom from putting on too much makeup on me because I couldn't stand the fact that my face was covered in foundation and I felt my skin couldn't breathe. My feelings have not changed much since. How I survived my wedding day baffles me. I remember wanting to scratch my face with the amount of makeup I had on. Never Again. Until my sister's wedding, of which I'm sure I have no choice but to don heavy painter's face again. Any of my family members and friends will tell you that they can probably count on both hands the number of times they've seen me wear makeup. And, how old am I? Sad, but true.

However, as I'm getting older, I feel the need to look a bit more put together. Perhaps I should wear more than just lipstick/lip gloss. Should I add a touch of blush and simple shadow everyday? Possibly bring some color to my face compared to my rather lackluster winter momiform of leggings and oversized sweaters. I'll always appreciate the au natural look. I admit that I am utterly clueless when it comes to makeup. If my sister and best friend were to chime in on this post, there would be plenty of funny and horrible stories about me and makeup. Somehow, I never managed to create a friendship with a makeup palette (that's assuming I own one, and I don't!). 

Imagine my horror when I see my little girl getting into makeup and thinking to myself, "You have the wrong mommy, honey." In her tiny little hands she carries chapstick and one of two, Hello Kitty lip glosses. (Is anyone else kind of grossed out by "kid makeup?) 
I accept this is just part of her curiosity and growing up. I'm not looking forward to her getting into the princess phase and I know most little girls go through it. There's nothing wrong with little girls loving princesses and makeup. I am not judging. But, how am I supposed to finesse my way through these stages when I didn't? I never dressed as a princess for Halloween (at least in my recollection and as evidenced from past photos). Maybe Micron will teach me a thing or two about applying shadow and "blending." Then, maybe then, I'll grow up a little bit more.

Micron playing "makeup"