Mascara. It’s a simple word, but somehow it has become the bane of my existence. Really and truly.
I’ve never had any hard-and-fast rules when it comes to make-up use and my four daughters. Usually, if something seems reasonable it is worth consideration.
I remember clearly telling my oldest, when she started high school, “you know, if you would like to wear some make-up I am ok with that”. She gave me a non-committal shrug of the shoulders and off she went. She can be seen once in a while wearing mascara and on occasion she takes it to the next level by throwing on some neutral lip balm. My 14-year-old is the same. Very little interest.
Then came #3. Bless her. She loves all things glam and glitter. And she LOVES make up.
Daughter #3 is 12 years old. Without me knowing, she started to wear make-up to school (as witnessed on a social media platform…gotta love those selfies!). There is no parenting right or wrong on this one. It is a family values thing. I would like her to wait and personally felt I needed to impose a time frame so I chose grade 8.
But that is eight months away, so she decided to go deeper underground. Black smears on my white towels gave her away.
Ok, I know it’s just mascara. Is her safety at risk? No. Is this really worth making a big deal about?
My gut says: Yes. It strikes fear in me. I worry. Is this the beginning of a decade of struggle? Is this the start of questionable decision making? I’m exhausted just thinking about it.
Secretly I am annoyed at my older two daughters for not doing anything to prepare me for this! Could they not have pushed the envelope on SOMETHING to give me a little skill in navigating this?
I know that I should expect this. Tweens & teens challenge their parents, want more independence and value their peer group. Well, I’ll look at this as reassuring. She is right on track.
Great. But what do I do? Do I turn a blind eye? Do I acknowledge it and allow it? Do I stick to my guns?
As I reflect on it, this isn’t about the mascara at all. It is about respect. Respect for me, the rules I put in place and our family values.
I strive to be the parent that Barbara Coloroso calls a backbone parent: our kids need flexibility and an environment that invites creative, constructive and responsible activity.
So with that in mind: deep breath in. I decided to sit down with my daughter and talk. We discussed her feelings and mine. We discussed consequences for breaking the rules. We developed a plan. At the end of the day we negotiated on clear mascara and lip gloss.
It’s hard to know what to challenge and what to let go of. Sometimes it’s the seemingly unimportant incidents that provide opportunity for great learning for a child and even more learning as a parent. This is a small issue that will ideally lead the way to more broadened privileges for her if the rules are respected.
I’ll be keeping an eye on my white towels…who knows, if this goes well we might just be heading to grade 8 in tinted lip gloss!
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