I put on my beautiful dress on and all set for church. No, but wait! One more very important thing I can’t forget. My make-up case, the one that’s in a book and that I can practice on the girls’ faces in the book. But I cheated a little cause I usually practice on myself instead. Why would I want to use up the make up for those papers anyway? How sad to waste those beautiful colors when I can make myself look beautiful instead. Mom says that beauty comes from within. It’s a character thing, not just with the clothes that you wear and the make up that you put on. She says I’m just beautiful as I am. Only grown ups sometimes need a little make up to give them a little more color and shine. But does that mean that I’m more beautiful on the inside than Mom is or than older women are? I don’t get it.
Mom says it takes work to be beautiful, so I’m getting to work on this make-up practice. Maybe by the time I’m allowed to wear it every day, I will have mastered the art. It is like an artist, having to choose from this whole palette of colors, making sure no colors clash. I remember the first time I put on make up. I thought I looked beautiful but now thinking back about it, I think I looked more scary than anything. Yes, I’ve been practicing, you see. Well, mainly on my friends. Oh, my poor friends. I think when they got home, their moms must have told them to go straight to the bathroom to wash it all off.
Oh, yes, back to my getting ready for church now. After pretty clothes, make-up, the most important thing, I am told, is my inside beauty (like I said before). I’m sure I have more to learn on that one. I don’t quite grasp the whole thing yet. But I shoot up a little prayer to God, “I’ve worked hard to be beautiful on the outside, but only You can make me beautiful on the inside. Please give me lots of inside beauty for today as I meet all my friends at church. I want them to see that it’s your beauty that matters most of all. Amen.”
Everyone waited with a big breath! What could it be? The bag opened almost too slowly… and then… we saw it! The most beautiful dress ever! From my dear Aunt. She always gets me a dress for my birthday. She said that this year she couldn’t find one that she liked so she was about to get me something else. But then she did find one after all, last-minute thing. Oh, I’m so happy for the last minute she continued to look.
She treats me every birthday to a beautiful dress. She has a nice style, and chooses just what I like. This time it was dark blue and very thin, wavy material. It matched perfectly with my long blond hair. I tried it on and it was a just right fit. How does she get it perfect every time? How does she know I will like it? She must be very in tune, I think. I guess she was a girl my age once upon a time. And sometimes I guess that’s how God is with us. He knows what we’ll like and what is good for us even when we don’t always know it.
I saw Mom’s look on her face. I could tell that she wished she had one just like it. We kind of borrow each other’s clothes sometimes cause we’re almost the same size. I wear size 12 and she wears between 12 and 14. I’m only a few centimeters away from her now. The nurse at school measured me the other day. Mom was shocked how quickly I caught up, in just a few months. Well, usually it’s me borrowing her clothes cause she has lots more than I do. She goes to these book fairs and events and needs nice to clothes to wear there, so she gets a dress from her sister, my aunt, every year too, for her birthday. Those are always beautiful as well. Soon they’ll fit me. I can’t wait.
The other day I told Mom to take really good care of her clothes. When Dad asked why, I had to be honest. “Because they will belong to me soon! When I fit into them, I can have them.” But Dad was not convinced and let me know that even though I may be growing and changing and will very soon fit into her clothes, she is NOT. Oh boy! But that’s not what I wanted to hear.
I will still make sure that Mom takes really good care of all her pretty dresses and clothes. I can make sure she doesn’t stain them or over-wear them – for ME!! Is that even a word? Over-wear? Does it mean what it says? Well, it has lots of meaning to me. And, and I can’t forget about her shoes, her boots, her … Because, because, they will go to me soon! Sooner than she thinks. Look how quickly I grew? I guess to look on the bright side of things, the UPside is that I can at least borrow them sometimes. I guess we could still kind of “share” clothes maybe? Even though Dad says I can’t have Mom’s wardrobe.