Skip to main content

Markers and Mascara

You know they say kids grow up fast, and they really do.  I think kids growing up so quickly is much more noticeable when I look at other people’s kids…when I don’t see them all that often or haven’t seen them in a while.

You know how it is, you see a picture or run into people at the store or a family gathering…and there they are.  Maybe they were a little baby the last time you saw them and now they are a walking talking toddler.  Maybe they were in middle school and now they are driving.  Maybe the last time you saw them they graduated from high school and now they are married and expecting their first child.  It’s like that kid was frozen in time and all of a sudden you realize how much time really has gone by and how incredibly fast it all has happened.

I think we notice this with our own kids as well, it’s just much more subtle.  While the changes seem small and almost unnoticeable, when we do see it, it feels much the same as that baby turning into a toddler while we weren’t watching. There are changes that take place right under our noses but they seem to hit suddenly, right in the pit of your stomach, right in the center of your heart. 

Take my daughters’ rooms as Exhibit A.

Three years ago the girls finally parted ways with one another and got their own bedrooms.  With their own room we gave them each a little bedroom makeover, and as a part of their makeovers, they each got their own desks.

It was so much fun putting their new rooms together and outfitting it with the things we knew they would enjoy.  The whole idea with the desks was to give them a place to work and a place to play.  Our 11-year-old at the time had her desk fully stocked with markers and specialty pens and colored pencils, scissors and special paper, little paints and paintbrushes. The 9-year-old at the time was gifted a place to play “office” and “school.” She had a pretend phone and clipboard, office supplies and papers.

That was all good and perfect and fun….for a while…

Since then, the overall decor of the room hasn’t changed, but the girls have.

The craft table in the older daughter’s room has morphed into a different kind of art table. The small paintbrushes have given way to makeup blending brushes, the markers have given way to mascara, and the bins that once held pens and highlighters now hold eyeliners and highlighting sticks.  Where there was once a sewing machine and fabric squares there now sits a light up mirror. 

The same thing has happened in the younger daughter’s room as well.  The desk we refinished for her with a chalkboard top is now topped with all of her makeup, mascara, and mirrors. There’s no play phone sitting on the corner of the desk, no papers for her to grade, no clipboard of her office work she needs to get done.  Her nightlight has been replaced with a bluetooth speaker, and the too-big-for-her dress up dresses we bought at the thrift stores have been replaced with this year’s cheer uniform.

Yes, three years ago we gave the girls a “big girl” bedroom makeover, but it wasn’t us that did this latest room makeover….in fact, I feel like it happened when I wasn’t even looking.  It’s like I had them frozen in time until I suddenly noticed how grown up they actually are.

Years ago someone said something to me about how they don’t remember when was the last time they changed a baby’s diaper or the last time the toddler asked them to read them a story or the last time they had to put the daughter’s hair in a pony tail. 

I don’t remember the last day the girls had their play things out on their desks.

The truth is, kids are going to grow up.  And honestly, I really like my teenager kids, they are some super fun people to be around.  But it’s hard…and as much as I love our new adventures, I sometimes wish they would put on a princess fashion show just one more time, or they would draw pictures and make messes with their paints just one more time, or they would assign me homework and make me call them “Ms. Whoever” to play school with them just one more time.  The truth is, one day there are markers and the next day there is mascara, and you really have no idea when that day will be. 


I am working hard these days to cherish it…to cherish it all.  The messes, the makeup, who they are today, who they will be when we wake up tomorrow. I may not remember very many last times, but I will hold dear all the times in between!


Comments

  1. I wish every parent could read this. It goes in the blink of an eye. I think that’s why being a grandparent is so much fun...we get to enjoy it all one more time. Thank you for sharing.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular Posts

Let It Go

I have three words for you: Let.   It.   Go. (Sorry if you’re twirling around now with your arms out singing at the top of your lungs…totally not my intention). I’m telling you to just let it go.   Let what go?   Whatever “it” is that you need to let go. Take for example Exhibit A: my kids' clearly mismatched socks. I decided years ago that I really do not like to take the time to match socks, so one day I just stopped matching socks.   All socks go in with all the other dirty clothes, they get washed like all other the other dirty clothes, then they get dried, then they are left there at the bottom of the basket after all other laundry is folded and put away.   Why?   I don’t know, one day I just got tired of sitting around matching socks, so I just stopped.   Now, when anyone needs a pair of socks, they just go to the basket and get some.   And when I say get some, I mean any two socks that you believe belong to you that ...

Keep Smiling, Keep Shining

Here’s some truth—-you need friends! I am very serious and I am speaking this from the bottom of my heart.   It seems like this may go without saying, but I am saying it anyway.   And if nothing else, I need to be reminded of this myself! When I was younger, like when I was a kid, I LOVED making new friends.   And this was something that was easy and not easy for me.   It was easy because I was outgoing and eager to meet new people.   It was not easy because I was homeschooled and did not meet new people very often!   I still love making new friends, keeping up with old friends, but…. Here is the hard part…how often do we actually call on our friends?   I mean really reach out and connect, ask for advice, pour out our hearts, lean on them? I remember a day a couple of years ago.   I was having a rough time, just trying to sort through some things, dealing with adulting.   I had plans one day for a friend to come ove...

The Great Purge

Man, I sure do love a good purging!   If you have talked to me for even five minutes, you have probably heard me talk about “The Great Purge of a Few Years Ago,” or how I throw stuff away the kids leave out, or maybe how I have been working to reduce my clothes into a simple capsule wardrobe.   I mean, I really like to not get stuff and to not keep stuff.   Now, if you walk into my house right this minute, I promise you will not think I am a Minimalist by any stretch of the imagination.   You may not even know that we’ve been purging our belongings steadily for the past three years, but if you knew me Pre-The Great Purge, then you would know, I’ve come a long way, baby! Like anything, I’ve learned that purging is about more than just purging.   So let’s back up. Pre-The Great Purge, I would get rid of things.   Like, I would get rid of some of my clothes if I had been shopping a lot and didn’t have enough hangers.   I would get rid of stuf...

In the Rearview Mirror

I can still remember the first time I had to drop him off at a new place.  Our firstborn, our little baby boy.  Until that day, he had only stayed with family or at home with a babysitter.  But on this day, I had to drop him off to a new babysitter on my first day of work.  I can still see him, dressed in a little collared shirt and jeans, his little blue tennis shoes sticking out over the edge of the carseat.  I dropped him off, barely keeping myself together, and I drove away with tears in my eyes.  I remember looking through the rearview mirror as I pulled away, making sure he was safe inside. When he was four and entered into Pre-K, I was a nervous wreck. I couldn’t believe this little baby, this four year-old would be away from me and at “big school” all day long.  And the tugs at the heart continued through soccer practices, basketball practices, religious class, and kid parties. You hug them, you kiss them, and you remind them everything is...

Magic at the Roller Rink

You’ve heard this before, right? Marriage ain’t easy.   We say this because it is true.   It just isn’t easy. Worth it? Yes. Easy? No. The best thing that’s ever happened to me? Absolutely! There have been times in my marriage that I would relive over and over again.   Times that validate every ooey-gooey feeling I have ever had.   Moments that make me feel like I need to pinch myself as a reminder this is real life. And there are other times that you wish you could just close your eyes and it would be tomorrow already.   Times you look and search for the two people that said, “I do.”   I mean, even the best marriages are sometimes ugly. We have been through our fair share of ugly times. Thankfully, those times come and then they go, and I find myself in the middle of a fairy tale all over again. I had one of those precious real-life fairy tale moments recently.   A few weeks ago we decided to take the kids roller skat...