Morning Reality Check

Looking sweet and innocent

This morning was an ideal morning in Blair World, there were no protests or complaints about her outfit selection or hair today. I do not know what is going on, better yet, what she is up to because these mornings are so very rare. Seriously though, it was great to get dressed and be able to laugh and actually talk to her (without either of us ending up in tears). While I was furiously attacking my hair with a flat iron, Blair starting her million and one questions. "Mommy, what's this for (holding the eye lash curler)?" "Mommy, what makes your hair flat when you use that thing?" "Mommy, your hair sure does look crazy before you attack it, are you glad you have an hair iron?" 

Well, for some reason I was inspired to share with Blair stories of my hair days past (something I will now never do again). I told her about when it was long, when it was permed, when it was super short, some of the colors it has been, and of days long ago when big bangs and big hair were the thing. I even mentioned when I crimped my hair- the look on her face was priceless. She wanted to know if the crimper put pretty waves in your hair like Taylor Swift's hair (her dream is to have hair like Taylor Swift or curly like Mrs. Lynne's, her teacher last year at preschool). After I explained to her that no, it did not make pretty waves like Taylor Swift's hair, I got "the look". I knew with that Blair look, I needed to brace myself for what was about to come out of that child's mouth because it was not going to be nice. And then the verbal onslaught began....

"Mommy, seriously? Why would you do that to yourself?" "Blair, that was the "in" thing back then. I am sure that I can show you some pictures, it wasn't all that bad really." "Really Mommy? I am tying to imagine you with frizzy, wavy hair and I am not thinking it looked great. You probably had to use a lot of product too and that isn't good either." (Apparently my child earned a cosmetology degree at her preschool.) "Blair, we had hair styles that were popular just like you have - like you wearing a feather in your hair. It was just something we did to our hair like curling it." Then the ultimate insult came.... "Mommy, were there mirrors to look in when you were fixing your hair like there are now?" (As if I wasn't feeling old enough.) When I answered yes there were, she quickly responded with, "Then what color was the grass when you were younger Mommy?". I had no idea where this conversation was headed. "Blair, the grass was green just like it is now. Why?" "Because I thought it would be gray like in those old movies that I watch with you on TV. You are old Mommy, I know that you are older than Uncle Jeff. I never see mirrors in those old movies so I didn't think they had been invented when you were little." Blair had concluded that I was so old that 1) There were no mirrors to see how bad our hair looked 2) No one was brave enough to tell us how stupid we looked and 3) Apparently dinosaurs were still roaming the black, white, and gray world that I was living in. Am I that old in her mind? 

I know that I mentioned this morning was ideal in Blair World and I will still stick with that statement. However, I am feeling like one ancient thirty-three year old today and I have my five year old to thank. I have to wonder if I was anything like this when I was her age. If so, I need to really start apologizing to my mother.