Once upon a
time there lived a mom who was always on the go. She went to football camps, track
meets, and Rugby games to support her precious children. Sometimes she even had
to sweep floors, wash dishes and take care of laundry.
By the end
of the week this mom felt like Cinderella. Not the Cinderella who went to the Ball,
but the one who wore a house dress and scrubbed the floors. There were no evil
step sisters in her home, but there were two teens who told her, “You should do
something fun for yourself.”
The teens sent
their mother off for a day of fun. She decided to treat herself to make-up day,
something she had never done. She sat in a tall cushioned chair at the beauty
counter in a department store and waited for the magic to begin.
The
transformation began with several strokes of an eye shadow brush, continued with
sweeps across the eyebrows, a smoothing of the face and ended with dabs on the
lips. The mom looked in the mirror and saw Cinderella, ready for the Ball. She
enjoyed the moment, she knew by the end of the day, the magic would be gone.
The mom had
a brilliant idea, she could sleep in her makeup to make the magic last a little
longer. Would anyone know? She would know. So, she did the next best thing,
took photos to create a memory.
The next
day, the mom attempted to recreate the magic, she soon discovered she needed a
beauty consultant. She knew it was going
to be challenge when she struggled to open the eye shadow compact.
As she
stroked the powder across her eyelids, the cushion of the brush began to
crumble above her lashes. Perhaps she should not have used a brush that was
more than 15 years old, that she found stored in a container in her basement,
from when she used to sell make up products.
The mom was
determined to finish the task at hand. She lined her eyebrows the way the fairy
godmother beauty consultant did at the store. Draw a line, fill it in…repeat on
the other eye. Mission accomplished. So she thought.
When the mom
looked at the implement in her hand, she realized that she had used the lip
liner instead of the eyebrow pencil…on her eyebrows. Would anyone notice? Yep.
When she engaged in a conversation with anyone they would probably talk at her
eyebrows. The mom washed her face and decided to wait until another day when
she had more time, to experiment with the magic makeup.
For that one
day, the mom went out and had fun like her teens advised her to do. She did
something different, laughed with friends and simply made time for herself.
The End
What have
you done lately to rejuvenate? What is your Cinderella story?