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My daughter received her first makeup kit for her birthday, and like any kid today, she eagerly suggested we check out some YouTube tutorials for “looks.” After a surprisingly long hunt, we landed on a “beginner-friendly” tutorial. She was captivated, while I was utterly baffled.
What were all these products? Techniques? Terms like bake, contour, cut crease, and waterline? Why were there so many brushes involved? Was that a kitchen sponge? Makeup had changed so much since my last encounter, which, to be honest, had been ages ago. When did this become the “beginner” phase of makeup? Suddenly, I felt like I’d been getting it wrong my entire life.
Memories rushed back of my awkward teenage years, watching the glam girls perfect their looks after gym class. No one had properly taught me makeup application, aside from a scene from “My Girl,” and I doubted the old adage “a girl can never have too much blue eyeshadow” still applied. My current makeup stash was only slightly better than the Caboodles kit she just got. I had never even stepped into a real makeup store for myself. Clearly, I was late to the makeup game and had never experienced a “glow up.”
I didn’t want her to sense my insecurities about my lack of makeup knowledge. Standing at the bathroom mirror, we attempted to replicate the tutorial. She looked to me for guidance, as a seasoned makeup-wearer for the past two decades. I began with foundation applied directly to her face, and she quickly corrected me, saying, “That’s not how she did it, Mom.” I felt the heat rising in my cheeks as I realized I was underperforming.
Sweat was forming, which is not ideal when applying makeup. Should I confess my lack of expertise, despite my daily routine? I recalled my own mother’s reassuring words at the bathroom mirror during my childhood, after I’d won the “you aren’t old enough” argument: “You have such natural beauty, you don’t even need makeup.” Back then, I had believed her, but now I was seriously questioning if that was simply a tactic to keep me from wearing it.
My little mini-me truly didn’t need makeup, so I hoped my mother’s honesty would come to my rescue. I repeated her sentiment, but my daughter tilted her head and placed her hands on her hips, sassily retorting, “I know I don’t need it, but I want it.” Touché, tiny human.
In this pivotal mother-daughter moment, I felt like I was failing at being a good role model. Fearing an epic bonding disaster, I shifted to a more light-hearted approach, saying, “Let’s just have fun with it, okay?” Her face lit up with a smile, and she quickly embraced the idea.
She started mimicking the tutorial, treating me like a client while speaking to our reflection like it was a camera. She held up her tools and referred to me as “honey,” giggling at the unfamiliar terms she had picked up. I couldn’t help but chuckle too, as I was just as clueless. I went along with her enthusiastic pokes and the mishmash of colors she applied. My face was loaded with products, but she declared, “That’s on trend!” Holding my face in her little hands, she said I looked beautiful, and I returned the compliment, reminding her she was perfect just the way she was.
By the end, the experience transformed into the bonding moment I had hoped for, rather than an interrogation about my makeup skills. Perhaps I could keep my secret a little longer. Meanwhile, I should probably brush up (pun absolutely intended) on some tutorials, just in case she decides to challenge me again. Maybe I’ll also practice in private and ask friends who are makeup enthusiasts for tips. I definitely have some learning to do before she uncovers my truth.
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In summary, what began as a daunting makeup tutorial turned into a delightful bonding experience between mother and daughter. Despite my insecurities and lack of expertise, we navigated the world of makeup together, finding joy in the process rather than perfection.