Have you ever bought something that made you super excited even though it wasn’t even for you?
That’s what happened to me a few days ago. It was a nail polish for my daughter.
If you think it odd to get so excited over a bottle of nail polish for a toddler let me give you a little backstory:
When I was about 5 years old one of my sisters brought home a nail polish from school.
I had never seen one up close before but she quickly ushered me into the restroom and painted my nails.
When she was done I walked out into the living room where my father was and he immediately noticed my painted nails.
This was not good
They were bright pink and must have stood out like a sore thumb.
His eye’s immediately darted to them and
He got so mad.
I don’t even remember what his exact words were. I just remember the look on his face as he ordered me to go wash it off.
Having never used nail polish before I had no idea how to take it off so I just ran back into the restroom and scrubbed my nails frantically under the running water.
I remember scratching at them to get the nail polish off but of course it wasn’t doing very much so I just ended up letting the water run and waiting it out in the restroom.I figured if I waited long enough maybe he would forget.
Then, after what seemed like forever, but was probably only about 10 minutes I came out and he didn’t say anything. He simply just didn’t address it any further.
Since then I can’t say I have been a fan of getting my nails done or even painting them myself for that matter. It’s worked out for me because I love doing things with my hands so at the end of the day my nails end up filthy or chipped.
This is even more true now that I I have my own children.
On the rare occasion that I do paint my nails I don’t really find myself thinking about that interaction with my father. But I would be lying if I said i don’t think about it sometimes when I’m washing my hands.
As I’m scrubbing them of paint,dirt, what have you…
I remember that exchange
and wonder if he felt bad about the way he scolded me, if he realized it really wasn’t such a big deal.
Maybe he wish he could apologize but just didn’t know how?
And I think about my own days.
Reflect on the interactions with my children.
Was I patient enough today?
Did I listen?
Did I apologize when I should have?
And then I bought this little bottle and got more excited over nail polish than I have been in a long time
And yes, I know she is just a toddler
and yes, it will probably be chipped or destroyed by the end of the day just like mine
and although this is a first she likely won’t remember, I sure will.
Because the thing is,
I have waited decades
to paint my daughter’s nails.