I should have known I would. You would think I would have learned by now, after 6 years of parenting, to never say never. To never rely on how I was raised to be the guiding light to my own parenting style. But apparently I haven’t learned.
When first saw a hair salon for kids, I thought people were crazy. A professional hair cut for a kid? I never got one until I was in college. Soso’s FIRST haircut at the age of 1 was at one of these salons for kids and all other subsequent haircuts.
When my friends were buying cute sandals and sneakers and Crocs and Mary Janes and flip-flops and boots and etc for their two-year olds, I scoffed and said, “My kid needs only one pair of shoes at a time. She will only out-grow them in a couple of months anyway.” Soso has about 8 pairs that she’s rotating through this summer.
So, when my friends asked me when I was getting S her first mani and pedi, I, again, scoffed and said, “What? Never. She’s a kid. I didn’t get my first mani and pedi until I was 26, the week that I got married.”
Oh, how the mighty has fallen.
I want to blame my mother. I was raised in a really strict household. She had certain standards. Nail polish on a kid was considered inappropriate and tacky. She never gave me permission to wear polish. Not at 6. Not at 16. Come to think of it, I still don’t have permission. It’s just that I’m an adult now and think I can my own decisions. Except, heaven forbid, if I choose a tacky color like blue or green or yellow or purple. Or too loud a color like neon pink. I would never hear the end of it. I’m 36 years old and I still think of my mom when choosing my nail polish. How sad is that?
Anyway, may be my inner deprived child-self is rebelling against my adult sensibilities that I adopted from my mother.
Have I mentioned that my Mom’s coming over this weekend? Knowing her, she won’t bat an eye because, this is her perfect, wonderful, fantastic grand-daughter. Amazing how much of softy she’s turned into… just yesterday, she was telling me that I was being too strict with S. Me. Oh, the irony!