Let's just say I'm no Teri Shields, or Dina Lohan, or Jaid Barrymore. And that's a good thing, right?
I mean pimping your daughter out really isn't something to aspire to. In fact, it's quite twisted in my humble opinion, but I am coming around to see the value in being skilled at helping your daughter turn from normal 9 year old into hip hop diva if that's where her heart is and she works hard at it.
But alas, I suck at it.
It's rather humbling.
I feel as though I shouldn't care about when the other moms have to do my oldest's hair, fix her eyeliner, or lend us the right shade of lipstick; but it's more fun to be good at something than not, right? And really, is applying makeup and doing twisty hairdos beyond my abilities? I doubt it.
I think that up to this point is was a lack of interest combined with an ample dose of resistance to seeing the kids all made up. But is it so wrong?
It comes off and who didn't love to play dress-up when they were younger? And have you seen the makeup on all those SYTYCD contestants? It's part of the costume, complements the clothes, helps set the mood of the number. It's part of dance, plain and simple. And always has been.
If it sounds like I'm talking myself into it, well maybe I am. But if all those other moms can transform their daughters into shiny stage starlets, so can I.
The next competition is in Vegas. If that isn't the perfect location to put my talents to the test, I don't know where is.
But please do stop me if it comes to this