Beauty courses are my jam

July 4, 2016 admin 0 Comments

I really don’t want to be a micro-managing parent. I feel like I have the potential to be, which is why I let out all that energy by arranging Gina’s lunches by both alphabetical and colour order when I’m packing her lunchbox. She’s only seven, but I wonder if one day she’ll actually notice and start seeking a bit of chaos for all the years of having a perfect lunchbox. What if it backfires? Do I need to start putting in the carrot sticks AFTER the peanut bar?

See what I mean? I genuinely worry about this stuff, and I think it’s at least partially due to Sarah across the street and her much older daughter. Nessa is about to leave school, and I remember when she left primary school and announced that she wanted to fly to Brisbane for a beauty course. Sarah always said they should never have taken her to see that musical for her twelfth birthday, the famous Cods. The fish makeup was pretty amazing, I’ll admit. Now, Sarah is all worried about her daughter going off to another state and making a step towards a career in beauty therapy.

I can’t help but feel like I was the one who encouraged this beauty idea! Yes, to my delight I’m the one who told Sarah all those years ago that the heart wants what the heart wants. I said that if Nessa wanted to follow her dreams there would be no stopping her. I was worried that she might not even make it to the end of high school without changing her mind and picking something else. Here we are all these years later, Nessa is all grown up and going off to follow her dreams by going to do a beauty course. Here I am just arranging Gina’s carrot sticks into fractal patterns and wondering if I’ve really changed that much. And if my own daughter wants to go and do a beauty therapy course in Brisbane and she jets off to follow her dreams? Will I walk the walk? The heart wants what the heart wants, after all.