‘Mad Mommy Face’ Is What Led Me To Botox
That was two years ago, and I havenâ€™t yelled at her since. Iâ€™m not good around yelling. Even at family gatherings, where sometimes there are big blowouts between my brothers and their wives, or between my parents, I just get up and leave. When I watch my mother friends yell at their children, no matter how often I see it happen, and no matter that their kids perhaps need to be yelled at, I canâ€™t stand it. When I see toddlers or young children being yelled at in grocery stores, on the street, the park or wherever, I get away from it as quickly as possible.
I am not a yeller, which has, in the past, been a problem for, letâ€™s say, boyfriends. I completely shut down during fights, not picking up my phone, or just refusing to see them. Iâ€™m a true believer in â€œtaking a breathâ€ or giving the cold shoulder, before I will ever yell. Also, because my daughter and I have lived alone for most of her life, there really isnâ€™t anything to yell at her for. Itâ€™s not that sheâ€™s an angel all the time, but thereâ€™s just no need to yell. I just speak to herâ€¦or use my facial expressions. When I think sheâ€™s not telling me the entire truth about something, I just blink my eyes a few times and tilt my head and sheâ€™ll fess up. If she asks me something ridiculous, like, â€œCan I take five stuffed animals out with us for lunch,â€ Iâ€™ll just stare at her without blinking and bite my lip. She knows thatâ€™s a â€˜no.â€™
If we both witness people yelling or a child having a tantrum, we just look in each otherâ€™s eyes and know what each other is thinking, which is, â€œLetâ€™s get out of here.â€ She, too, because she is an only child, canâ€™t stand yelling and often looks as scared as a deer in headlights when sheâ€™s around siblings who are having meltdowns or are fighting. And if I ever am mad, she could tell by the way I frowned.
Except, it turns out, that because of my age, I had a permanent frown line, which meant that my daughter started thinking that I was mad when really I was daydreaming about nothing at all. So it wasnâ€™t because of peer pressure or societal pressure or celebrity pressure that I got Botox. It was because my 8-year-old thought I was angry with her when I wasnâ€™t.
I did get the smallest dose possible and, yes, I can still move my forehead. And, truthfully, it didnâ€™t make me look any younger, but it did take away my deep frown lines. It did work, for its purpose, which is that I havenâ€™t heard my daughter say “Mad Mommy Face” since.
Now if I could just do something about those permanent under-eye bags…
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