My Sweet Pea who will be two this summer loves lipstick. She regularly hunts for it in my purse, pulls it out and brings it to me while puckering her lips and pointing at them.
I always put some on her and it always makes her smile. If Sugar Plum is anywhere within earshot she is quickly asking “can I have some too?”
The number of women in our house is not a secret (click here) and often my little Bugaboo battles between his natural pure-boy tendencies and the sheer estrogen-filled environment he is growing up in.
Last night when the lipstick came out he asked “Mommy is lipstick for boys too?”
Bugaboo: Hesitant “Can I have lipstick now?”
Me: “You can try it if you like.”
Bugaboo: Not sure about the whole thing “Does it smell yummy?”
Bugaboo: “Is it yummy?”
Me: “No! You CANNOT eat lipstick!”
Bugaboo: “Do boys like lipstick?”
Sugar Plum (from the couch across the room): “Bugaboo some boys like it some boys don’t. If you want it you can have it. If you don’t want it, don’t have it. We will love you no matter what.”
Bugaboo: As he hands me back the lipstick “I don’t want it”.
There is so much I could say here, but I will leave it at this – I couldn’t be more proud of my Sugar Plum and clearly of all the failures I’ve had as a parent this is one thing I got right.
I won’t pat myself on the back for it, but I will wish with every piece of my being that my children can grow up in a world where sometimes boys wear lipstick and sometimes they don’t but no matter what they decide we will love them.