There was something truly magical about that gold tube.
It was a morning ritual, watching her put the lipstick on in her bathroom as we got ready for school - first the pink matte and then a gloss that smelled like peppermint.
She wasn't fully dressed without it.
How I wanted so badly to wear it too.
I wanted to wear the lipstick, high heels, pearls and make up. I wanted to be grown up.
Now my girl is in that boat - wishing she could dress like the older girls, wear make up and high heels, wear big earrings and eyeliner.
The last thing she wants to hear is my insufficient explanation of why she can't yet dress like a woman. In truth, it's often hard to find the words to explain why it's not ok. 
What I want to tell her is how many years she will have of adulthood to wear what she wants.
What I want to tell her is high heels are not all they're cracked up to be.
What I want to tell her is eyeliner is a pain to get right and it smears, that big earrings have a time and place and don't go with every outfit, and that you have to earn the womanly right to wear any of these items.
I don't know why we're always in such a rush to mature - but we don't want the responsibilities - just the perks.
Do I love high heels - of course.
Do I wear eyeliner - sure.
Do I apply lipstick in my bathroom mirror daily, usually with an audience... you know it.
Do I think she wants to be just like her mom - well, I know I did.
I dont think they sell Heathermist Pink anymore. Maybe it's for the best - I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be my shade anyway.
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