What’s that saying,’if you can’t do that time don’t do that crime?’
My teen got in trouble. The best punishments hit them where they live. I admit to being proud of my own creativeness when I declared her punishment to be that I wouldn’t pay for her to get her nails done, her hair “did” for prom Or her makeup done. She’d have to do it on her own.
For once she just said,”yes ma’am,” without a single eye roll, side to side head movement or deep sigh: that’s when I know I had her.
Too late it dawned on me that I hadn’t done the crime but I was sure going to do the time! By not letting her get her hair done I was actually the one paying the price because that meant I HAD TO DO IT!
Guess that’s what I get for being proud of my own creativity.
She began scouring you tube the week of prom. Thursday she began in earnest.
Getting her hair done professionally would have been cheaper. Thursday we bought texturing spray, mousse, bunny pins, fancy pins, hair spray and other paraphernalia. Problem: I didn’t know what in the hell to do with any of it.
Friday after school I get a text. Hair is stupid and this is impossible.
I broke out into a cold sweat.
Friday night we practiced. Hot rollers, curling wands and irons. We had it all. Too bad we didn’t have a clue.
On a scale of 1-10 my girl was at about 110 on the stressed out scale. You know the way you have to talk slowly and quietly to a rapid animal? I did a lot of that Friday night.
At one point I called her brother and said,”I am transferring money into your account…BRING ICE CREAM!!”
6 iterations later I got,”it’s not horrible.”
At version 8 she was decidedly more positive. Until I made the mistake of asking why in hell she was meeting her girlfriend at 7am the next morning to get makeup done. The question sent her to 116 on the stressed out scale. I had no feelings left in my fingers after all the braiding and Bobby pining I’d done.
It was time to part ways.
She went to her bed and I went to mine.
At 8a she quietly left the house to head to her girlfriends.
At noon she made her way back home very excited with her dramatic eye make up and her $2.99 false eyelashes.
I was up.
“I’ve decided I am not going to stress. It’s going to be fine. My hair will be fine. It will all be fine,” I checked to be sure it was MY DAUGHTER sitting in the chair. It was.
I took a deep breath, said a silent prayer and started brushing.
OMG she has a lot of hair.
The first version was okay. But not perfect. So we tried again.
The 3rd time was the charm!!! She actually said,”I love it!” I got a hug and a high five and a,”I have to admit-I am impressed mom.”
I am not a hair person. At all. The punishment was meant to get her attention. In the end it put ME IN THE HOT SEAT. Friday I was ready to throw in the towel and pay someone to do it. But today I am happy I didn’t. My girl and I bonded over a hair do. She took her punishment like a champ and was a darn good sport about the whole thing. She was even happy with me. Wahoo! That doesn’t happen too often.
In the end it didn’t turn out so bad.
My girl looked stunning tonight.
And I got to help.
It started as punishment but it ended up being a reward. I’ll forever be a part of her first prom memories. And it will be because we accomplished something together.
There is also a saying, “you can dress ’em up but you can’t take ’em out.”
Turns out that one applies to us as well.
She looked like a dream. Statuesque. Classic. Graceful.
But her pictures showed her goofing off, jacking around and, at one point, airing out so her ‘booty sweat didn’t leave marks on her dress.’ That’s almost a direct quote.
We were about to leave and I asked her if she’d brushed her teeth. I was having flashbacks of her at her perfectly polished dance with Cheeto powder all over her teeth.
Good thing I asked. To get upstairs she, in her 3 inch heels, had to hop up…one at a time. “It this handle breaks off I am a goner,” she quipped as she gripped the handrail and hooped up one more.
When we got to the location where the others awaited I heard someone tell her that her dress was gorgeous. She immediately said,”I know, right, and it was only $50!”
My girl and I love a bargain.
I am pretty sure she said that same thing every time someone told her she looked pretty.
I love my authentic, witty and beautiful girl. And I love that she takes lemons and makes lemonade with a wisecrack and a retort while doing it.
She a stunner, my girl, inside and out.