By local mom and medical aesthetician at Dream Spa Medical Brookline: Slone Mathieu
I've lived in a lot of different places - born in New York, exiled to New Jersey, educated in Massachusetts, lost in California and found in Washington, DC. Wherever our path took us, we always brought ourselves back to Boston. This was where the family was, and when we actually decided to have one of our own, we knew we need to be home. It was a long plan in the making; by the time we established our "village" and created our family of friends, it was time to move.
I'm not afraid of change, but you can not convince a toddler of these things. You have to show them. So after 3 months of solo parenting and packing and property wars, I hit Boston like a lunatic! I would literally jump out my car and approach random women walking with their daughters, "does your daughter like pink? my daughter LOVES pink! we should totally have a play date..."
I was very far outside of my comfort zone, but I had to find a community for my daughter. And I had to unpack the house!! So I signed the kid up for a 3-hour "gym & swim" thing. Every morning I'd drop her off, and while she got settled I would plan my course of attack: how to cram 8-hours of unpacking into her mini play day? I was so distracted, I failed to notice the tall, blonde, tan woman standing next to me everyday. I think it's safe to say that she was much better off without me, but eventually I saw her and we spoke.
Me: "The kids seem to really like this program."
She: "Yes. Is this her first summer?"
Me: "Yes. We just moved here."
She: "Why did you move?"
Me: "To be closer to the family. To that end, I hope your granddaughter appreciates having you here every day"
She: "Um, no...she's not....I mean, I'm not...well, that's my daughter. I'm her Mom!"
Left foot out of comfort zone; right foot into mouth. Needless to say, they did not become our new friends. I felt really bad about the exchange (like horrible, mean, nasty sorta bad), and I can only imagine how she felt. I tried to comfort myself by saying this would bode well for my professional aspirations. Clearly there was skin to be fixed in Boston, and while I usually try to be kind and complimentary during my consults, it was a very telling mistake.
My geographical adventures have exposed me to a wide variety or people, with their own preferences, pastimes, physiology and personal care habits. In LA I did a lot of cosmetic care and maintenance, because that's show biz. In DC, the long hot summer season forced a lot of acne care. Of course, the mean cold winters in Boston take their toll as well. Mostly, it leaves us longing to stick our feet in some warm sand and feel the sun on our face. Extremes elements, force extreme living...and we like it that way!
I totally get it. The last thing you want to entertain is the Aesthetician who tells you to "stay out of the sun". After months of being out of the sun.
The thing is, we're not asking you to stop living! We're just asking you to live wisely and be prepared. Please feel free to pack the picnic, get the gear, bring the beer, whatever. But while you're at it, why don't you borrow your honeys hat and steal some of the sunscreen that you're slathering on your kid? This is your first line of defense; your #1 anti-aging product. Use it, and never be mistaken for a "grandma". Even when you are.