Since I'm a visual person I hardly ever remember the album title but I just remember what the album art looks like.
A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of hanging with a very sweet puppy while his owners went for an outing. When the family returned, I learned that the kids wanted me to babysit. The mom told me her five-year-old daughter thought I was pretty. I found this humorous, not only because I was wearing sweats and a ponytail, but also because of the little girl's honesty.
Children do not adhere to the same beauty standards as adults. They don't care about perfect skin, contouring, or a sleek blow-out. And as hard as we try to achieve a no make-up look, they will always prefer bright and sparkly lip gloss.
After a decade of working with children, I know what they like--because they have no problem telling you. Their candor offers that rare chance to know exactly how another person is feeling. It has also given me some great laughs along the way.
I was very fortunate to spend nine months working as a nanny while waiting to transfer colleges. I took care of four awesome kids, but as three of them were in school, I spent the majority of my days with a four-year-old girl. My daily uniform consisted of yoga pants and no makeup, which made sense as my job entailed cooking, cleaning, and playing endless rounds of Snakes and Ladders. It wasn't the most glamorous period of my life, but I enjoyed not having to get up early to do my hair and makeup.
My little one and I became very close, and naturally she told me everything, including what was right or wrong with my physical appearance.
Funny thing is, it didn't take much to meet her standards. A purple sweatshirt instead of a gray one did the trick. And a few swipes of Revlon Lip Butter in Berry Smoothie instantly made me beautiful in her eyes. She did not care about my perfectly pedicured toes (polished in Chanel Dragon), she wanted every toe a different color. One night I slept in curlers and awoke with a mane straight out of Toddlers & Tiaras. I saw them as a failure, but she saw them as perfection.
The honesty of children is a given, but a compliment from a child is a different story. It really doesn’t matter what you look like. What matters is how you treat them: If you listen to what they have to say, value their feelings, and smile, you are instantly beautiful in their eyes.
- Have you ever noticed how children see beauty where adults do not?
- Good or bad, what's the most brutally honest thing a kid has ever said to you?