It was Cayleigh’s 11th birthday. And, for her special day, she and her mother met me for Cayleigh’s First-Ever Big-Girl Pedicure.
I think I was more excited than she was. After all, it was only three pedicures ago that I got Cayleigh’s mom to visit the nail salon with me.
It’s still sandal season here. I don’t want garish toenails to detract from my footwear. I’ve spent years amassing a collection of cute strappy sandals, and I still get a little giddy when someone screeches, “I just LOOOOOOOVE your shoes!”
I’m not adventurous when it comes to nail color.
For Cayleigh’s birthday, though, I decided to cede control of my toenails. The brand-new eleven-year-old got to pick the color.
I was already soaking my feet in the chair when she skipped over and handed me her selection. I panicked when I saw the neon green color. After all, I came to get a pedi to make my feet pretty, not to leave with toes that looked like they were victims of gangrene.
I tried to ignore the cackles of the woman in the chair next to me and read the bottom of the bottle.
Well, I could use some money……….maybe it will bring me good luck.
The pedicurist protested and held up a slate gray color instead. I almost buckled, until Cayleigh’s voice rang out from the next chair.
“Don’t you like it???”
I looked at the burgeoning woman in the chair next to me, a person I love more than most people on earth, and I smiled. “I love it, Cayleigh. It’s the perfect color.”
And, I was right. Or, Cayleigh was. I skip around the house with a party on my toes. I pick boring sandals to show off my happy feet. I have the most fun pedi ever, all because I let someone else pick the color.
Have you ever chosen a crazy nail color? (Boys, you can be honest……….)