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When a Pedicure Becomes a Gift
I was never the type of person to “treat” myself to a pedicure or spa day. Before kids, I’d religiously go to the local nail salon every two weeks for a manicure and (what I used to think was) a much needed pedicure. It wasn’t a treat, it was a necessity.
Today, I sit here on the evening of my thirty-ninth birthday, while my sweet husband bathes the kids and preps them for bed, and on this milestone birthday…the one before the big 4-0, I wonder when did a pedicure become such a great gift? Today, my parents came over to watch the kids (while they napped), so I could go “indulge” in a pedicure. Seriously, indulge – and that’s what I did.
I shamefully walked into the nail salon with unpolished toes, that had not seen OPI Big Apple Red, since Thanksgiving. Yes, I remember it clearly. My sister-in-law Gretchen and mother-in-law Shirley were in town for the holiday, so the ladies decided to get manicures while the guys did meal prep. I specifically recall saying that afternoon when deciding on a color that, “I should get ‘Big Apple Red’, since it’ll last through the holidays, if I don’t get a chance to get another pedicure before then.” What a dreamer I was. I should have known then, my second pedicure since returning from Morocco in July as a new family of four, that it would be many months before the next time I sit in a massage chair that rocked my back and relaxed every muscle from my buttox to my neck.
Who knew that OPI’s Big Apple Red was in fact the best color choice I could have made at the time because it was going to have to last me through Christmas, holiday parties, New Year’s, Valentine’s Day, Presidents’ Day, Leap Year and St. Patrick’s Day. Well, by St. Patty’s Day, it was looking a little rough and green around the edges, so it still worked. What happened to bi-weekly pedicures that were once a mandatory part of my life?
So, today when my parents offered to come over and watch the kids, while they send me for my “birthday pedicure”, I was out the door just a couple of minutes after they arrived. Going from a mani/pedi every second Saturday morning to once every 5 months is insane! What happened to me? The kids are certainly not to blame, nor is my fabulous husband. Is there perhaps that much of a systematic shift in a woman’s genetic make up, when they become mothers (biological or adopted)? Do things that were once a “must have” become less important? Am I allowing myself to become less important? I don’t think so. Perhaps it an unconscious re-prioritization of the things that were once critical. Perhaps all of a sudden it’s more fun to spend an extra hour with Madeline and Charlie, than with the non-English-speaking pedicurist? Who knows, but I’m really hoping that on this 39th birthday, all of this philosophizing is not a sign of growing up, because for those of you who know me well, that just can’t be an option. :)
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