There was a moment, during my recent blogging mommy trip to NYC, when a horrible realization came to me. I was the oldest mommy in the group. The OLDEST.
The media tends to be polite when referring to older moms. They like to call us mature moms. I guess it’s a politically correct euphemism, but it’s not very accurate. I may have been the oldest mom of the group, but I certainly wasn’t the most mature. I mean really, I still giggle uncontrollably every time Michael toots. I can just picture his first day of Kindergarten. He’ll let out a little toot and look around for laughter, only to be met by most of the other kids, and the teacher looking at him like he’s gross. No, mature I am not.
Older, well yes, I am that.
It’s can be a strange thing to be an older mom. I don’t feel older. In my mind, I’m still 27. I have no problem climbing on jungle gyms or picking Michael up and power bombing him onto the sofa. I’m probably a little calmer then I was 10 years ago, but since that’s a benefit, I don’t really notice very often. Overall, I don’t really notice any difference between me younger moms. (Funny, calling younger moms “less mature” doesn’t sound as nice as calling older moms “mature,” does it?”
But, then I go and do crazy things like look in the mirror and it becomes pretty obvious that I am an older mom. And, you know what? It sort of sucks.
I remember what it was like to go bra shopping when I was 23. I’d got to
This week I finally addressed another area that I have been in denial about. My skin. I do not have 23 year old skin anymore. As much as I hate to admit it, the $9 Maybelline foundation and powder I have been using just doesn’t provide the coverage I need it to anymore. I pulled out the $12 Revlon foundation and tried it out. Nope. Then I pulled out the $10 Neutrogena foundation I had bought a while back. It didn’t cut it either. I was not happy.
I knew what I needed to do. I needed to head to the mall and do something I’ve been putting off for several years. I needed to go to MAC and get some help. I’ve joked that the reason I haven’t done this is because I know that buying MAC foundation is the same as buying the oval Thomas and Friends set. The extra money for the Oval set is no big deal. But then, you have to buy an extra Spencer. Next you need a track expansion pack. Then one day you realized you have dumped several hundred dollars into these stupid little trains, and you don’t even have the train table yet. I just know that buying MAC foundation will lead to buying MAC powder, then MAC blush, MAC lipstick, MAC eye shadow. And that still doesn’t even address the fact that none of that stuff comes with brushes.
However, that was really only a joke to cover up the real reason I hadn’t gone to the MAC store yet. The real reason was that I didn’t want to walk in and have to confess to a very stylish, 22 year old that I need makeup that will actually cover up the age spots that are starting to show up on my face*. And maybe helps downplay the crow’s feet. And balance out the uneven tones. And…
I just didn’t want to do that.
But I did.
And it was expensive.
It was also totally worth it.
That’s one good thing about being a mature mom is that I have an established career and I can afford to pay a little extra to hide some of the flaws that age has produced. And, as long as I don’t look in the mirror, I still feel like a less mature mommy.
*Another good reason to wear sunscreen ladies. Even if you don’t get skin cancer, age spots suck too.