Keisha here. So if any of you know me personally you know that I love a good gel mani. I might possibly live for nice shiny polish with well manicured cuticles. I make sure I don’t go longer than two weeks without getting something done to my hands. It just makes me feel really good to have a cute color on my nails. I have no idea how to polish my own nails (not my right hand) and it never comes out looking as dope as when I get them professionally done.
Well dreamers, I quit going. Not because of time, not because of money, not because I should know how to maintain my own hands at the age of 33…nope. I stopped going because my daughter received a bunch of nail polish, nail polish remover, liquid latex, and cotton swabs, for Christmas. She loves doing nails. The kid watches Youtube videos about all things nails. I was completely fine letting her paint and then re paint her own nails while leaving me to my bi weekly visits to the nail shop, until one day she wanted to do my nails and couldn’t because…well gel. So the last time I went to the nail salon I did not get gel I got polish (which was done horribly btw) and now she can do my nails as often as she likes.
This is NOT what I prefer, but I know that it’s important to support her in any way that I can. She may not be the best at polishing my nails right now, she may not even be on this by the time next Christmas comes around, but guessing a timeline is not my job as a parent. My job as a parent is to be there for her, support her, even in things I’d prefer to do a different way. Its nuts but kids remember the smallest things, the smallest gestures of love, the smallest gestures of rejection. They remember, and they carry those seeds into their adulthood and then plant them, unknowingly, in their children.
I only want to leave gestures of love with my children, my grand children, and their children. When Riley has a child I want her to recall the memories of my selflessness…not when it comes to paying bills, or taking her out for food, or buying clothes, no, all those things are what we literally HAVE to do as parents. I want her to remember my selflessness with my time. How I put down my phone and listened to a story that made zero sense, but I listened intently anyway…or how I am not sure what the stuff made in an Easy Bake Oven is even made of…but I ate it anyway. So, yea I stopped getting my beloved gel, but I can honestly say, its worth it…
and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t praying that this is just a phase lol!
Alright Dreamers! Until next time.