We have our routine, Charlotte and I.
I bring out the creams, powder, and a special bottle of Chanel perfume.
Charlotte climbs on the bed and we commence our spa day. Self-care can’t begin too early!
“Let’s start with the powder” I say,
“Just a tiny pinch, right Grandma?”
“That’s right, Char.”
“Come closer.” She takes the powder and pats it on my neck with tiny hands as soft as velvety down.
“Do you too, Char!”
“Just a pinch more for Charlotte”, as she mirrors the same exact patting motion on her own neck.
“Now cream for cheeks, right?”
“Here you go, but not too much.”
“Not TOO much, Grandma.”
She rubs it all over my cheeks and forehead.
Time grinds to a complete stop as there is nothing in the world more precious than being pampered by a little girl not yet two, who takes my face in both of her baby hands and ever-so-delicately and deliberately slathers my face in enough cream for a week’s worth of moisturizing.
“There you go, Grammy.”
“Me turn.” And Char again replicates the second part of this very important grooming process.
“NOW time for CHANEL!”
Excitedly, she opens the bottle, smells the heavenly fragrance, and dips in the stick.
“Pull up sleeves, Grandma.”
I pull up my sleeves and she swipes a few drops on my wrist, motioning me to rub my wrists together to evenly disperse the perfume, as I taught her.
After she does the same for herself and her stuffed flamingo, we’re ready to start our day.
“Come on Grammy, let’s go to the park!”
You got it, Char. Wherever you want to go, my girl.