I am twisting on a sippy cup lid and gulping coffee because I have two asking for breakfast and a camp lunch that may have to be packed using my feet.
Two days ago I was in New York, a manicurist asking me what design I wanted.
“Design? Is there a plain color I can try? Something neutral, pale, light pink?”
“No,” she told me, “we are only offering designs” as she motioned towards a display of animal prints, checkered patterns and glitter. I picked the least flashy, a bright pink tone, papered with nothing but glitter.
I didn’t notice them much in New York, they matched my glow necklaces at parties, drowned in the dim light of the hotel lobby and moved quickly over my phone as I text friends I had just met but had known forever. My hands moved as I told stories that needed no beginning or end and when I readjusted my badge so my long-read favorites could match my name with my face and never once did I consider my glitter.
Knocked over by hugs and miss you‘s and finding my way to my husband’s cheek for a Happy Anniversary, I love you Honey, I saw them again. Flashy and bright and calling for a bottle of polish remover, a contrast to the life I had just reentered.
I have left them sparkling for two days, going on three now. They have made breakfast, lunch and dinner, turned the pages of bedtime stories and glamorously wiped behinds. Their glittery reflection catches my eye and remind me how necessary they are.
Somewhere between uninterrupted conversations over wine and faces pressed against the bathroom door while I pee at the speed of light, I decided to leave them be.
I found a place of giving my family everything but saving a little piece for me, decorating it with shiny pink and glittery accents, folding it into my life for safe keeping and leaving it on until the last of it’s shimmer wears away.
A reminder of the parts of me that need no reminder, the wife and mom and sippy cup-filler
and the parts of me that do, the writer, the friend and the woman who needed a little glitter more than she could have ever imagined.
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