Friday, April 22, 2005
Mother/Daughter
I sit here in an outfit my daughter picked out for me. Low rise jeans that make my underwear slide down to my knees, a tight brown baby tee that makes me look like I have way more up top than I actually do, painted toenails to slip into matching flip-flops, make-up put on "just so". It's mother/daughter day! We are off to get our hair done, together, because it would be a sin for me to actually go get a little pampering done to myself without her getting it done also. She has all sorts of ideas on how I should get my hair done. "Go all Reddish brown with streaks of different brighter reds and blondes. And have it layered because I love layered hair". Doesn't she realize I'm 25 years older than her? When I was growing up I always thought my mother was so uncool. She has always been a heavy smoker, never wore make-up, wore clothing that was the most unflattering stuff she could find...I suppose I should be flattered that my daughter thinks I have what it takes to be "hip", "kewl", "totally hot". But it makes me feel, well, I'm not sure how it makes me feel. A part of me thinks back to the days of string bikinis and when I look in the mirror and see what she has done to me today, well, I feel really good about myself. Like I still "got it". The other part of me longs for the comfortable lounge wear, or at least the loose fitting jeans that I don every day. Have to have something to hide all the belly fat and extra ass. I do look forward to this day...doing the girl things I've always dreamed of doing with her. I think of the future...will we still be doing these things when she's 25 and I'm 50? Oh God...I can't even think of it! Time is slipping away so quickly! I can only pray that we will be close like this when we are both "all grown up". So I'm off...to be a little "hip" and "kewl". If only time could stand still...
