Two posts about my kids. I know, I know. But it’s mother’s day so I think I’m entitled. My daughter is beautiful, and I know I’m biased, but she is a real beauty. I thank my lucky stars she has no idea. Her ignorance is my bliss.

Unfortunately, I have to watch this transformation. And let me tell you, right now? I am sweating bullets. Beautiful face, clear eyes, Tammy Faye eyelashes, a figure to die for and legs up to her chin. It’s harrowing.

At the moment, I have little to worry about it. She is deep into her all-black-goth-not-emo-can-I-wear-black-eyeliner phase. It’s so awesome. She looks AWFUL.

I love it.

I know as a parent I should want her to look her best, but, the truth is, I don’t. This weekend I took her to Chez Targét to get a new swimsuit for the season. She picked out a tankini and seeing her in it almost made me want to reach for the nearest burka. It brought home a very clear message: I’m living on borrowed time, and I am borrowing all I can.

Soon, she will wise up or the guys/girls around her will wise up. Then the real battle will begin. At the moment, I am buying her all the black she wants, dying her hair whatever hideous color she needs,  and keeping her away from make-up at all costs. Don’t get me wrong, I am not wishing for a ugly child – just one who is ignorant of her beauty for….oh, I don’t know….another ten years?

Those damn eyelashes.