“But Mama, you are beautiful.”

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I sit down to do my makeup, and my princess walks in and asks if she can sit with me. We squeeze onto the toilet seat.

I know it sounds terrible but when we moved house, I just never found a perfect space to do my makeup. I don’t have a dressing table, and now that knight and I live together, there is not enough space for all MY clothes in the little space (half of the dressing room) that was allocated to me. (Do boys really need as much space as the girls?) When I was in my own place, I literally used all 6 metres of cupboard space in the main bedroom, as well as some of my Princess’s, AND some of the bottom bedroom/ study! You can understand that the move was somewhat traumatic in that department!

Back to story- my make up now lives in the second bathroom, the one that I use, and every morning I pull it all out of the bathroom cupboard, place it on the cistern of the toilet, and face the mirrori have placed behind it. There is a routine that we all follow when we put these masks on, and we have it down to a fine tee.

My princess often walks comes in and adds her little words to my bathroom scene. She comes in to ask me how she looks, always gorgeous, and she comes in to just let me know that she is around. Many times I send her back to her room to change her shoes, or find her brush.  

This particular morning she asks to sit with me. So we squeeze onto the toilet seat, and I already am uncomfortable. She then asks if she “is able to help me”. I know that this means that my process (that is what it is) may take a little longer if I say yes, I know that it means the risk of breaking one of my special bottles is high if I say yes, and I know too, that we may end up with mascara everywhere if I say yes………… but I say “yes”.

I say yes, because right now she wants nothing more than to be able to help me.

She holds the bottles while I squeeze my foundation out. (In her mind, this is the most important task in the world, and she is doing so well at it. “Mom hasn’t moaned yet.”)

She then asks, “can you put some on ME mama?”

“My babe, you don’t need makeup!”

“But, can I have some. Please.”

“Only old and ugly people need to put on make-up, so that they can make themselves look pretty.”

“But mama, you are beautiful!”

My heart just melted.

Those words coming from my little girl, were the warmest words I have ever heard. The words of all the men in the world, would never mean as much as those words did coming from her mouth.

“Thank you my little princess. I love you more than life.

Always yours,

Mom.”   

(mynakebokkie)