Changing Words

I'm a huge fan of several bloggers of different subjects. They range from Anthropologie (LOVE!), fashion, cooking, DIY, and mom blogs. Yes, mom blogs. While reading them, I dream of my own future family, life, and kids and grab ideas from them. It's not too early to prepare for parenthood right(chuckle)? One of my top favorite bloggers is nyc taught me. She recently moved to the big apple and posts about new discoveries along with her life as a mother of a daughter and twin boys. I love their outfits and how quirky and honest she is about her experiences. Plus she taught me a couple of rules that apply in New York, if I were to ever visit. Like don't ask for autographs or pictures when you see celebrities. Let's hope I never bump into James McAvoy because this rule won't apply if I ever do.

There was an old post about her daughter looking like a young Reese Witherspoon (and she really does!), where she briefly mentions 'Just don't tell her she's pretty' along with a link to an article. Reading the article, I learned that a 1/6 of children under 12 wear makeup regularly. Shocker.

Wait, maybe it isn't too shocking now that I think back to when I was in 5th grade. Girls in my class wore lipgloss, and one or two girls wore eye shadow and eyeliner. I never understood the whole concept of wearing makeup at that time. One of the funnier moments was when a friend was smearing lipgloss on her lips while telling me it was made out of pig oil. I don't remember if I was able to contain my horrific expression. It seemed like they were all anxious to grow up, while I was still waiting for Peter Pan to take me away to Neverland. He never did, as you can tell by my post.

One thing we can all possible relate to is giving sincere compliments about their appearances. I can't help but squeal when I see girls wearing cute outfits or giving the most adorable smile. But these small gestures only exacerbate the problem young girls encounter: looks are more important than anything. Talk about something deep and valuable like books.

Now I know to better tolerate myself from jabbering on about how darn-cute a child is in front of him/her. How about you?