As I picked up my daughter in the school carline Friday afternoon, she gave me a subtle look that clearly stated she was unhappy with my appearance. Because I had not washed my hair or bothered with contacts and makeup, I opted for a stocking hat, sweat pants, and my totally uncool glasses. Later, one of the boys remarked that he didn't understand why she cared. You're just a mom. Nobody cares what you look like. Words I'm sure that were meant to reassure me. Somehow they missed their mark.
He went on to try to explain himself. Afterall, he said, nobody wants to be the one checking out someone's mom. That would just be weird. He did have a point. I can't think of anyone that I would care to try to impress in a carline and the thought of trying to impress my kids' friends? Ewwww. I am so not one of those mothers. I drive a mini-van, for crying out loud. What does that girl of mine expect?
It does make me chuckle, though. I'm a mom of teenagers and just weeks away from my fortieth birthday. I spend more time trying to cover up the dark circles under my eyes than I do on my hair, and yet that girl of mine evidently thinks I could be doing a little bit more with myself. Of course, it was just that one day. She could cut me a little slack. Maybe I'll fix myself up for her for Monday's carline. That would be fun just for her reaction. The things I do to entertain myself.
But then again, I am just a mom. If I don't entertain myself, no one will.
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