It may be silly, I know, but I wonder: am I going to regret that I didn’t wear mascara when I was young and had eyelashes?
Or that I didn’t have long luscious locks cascading down my back?
Will I wish I had worn real clothes, instead of t-shirts and jeans?
Do I really want to be the mom that doesn’t bother with make-up, chops her hair short because she can’t deal, and has no nice clothes because, well, all her nice clothes got spit-up and diaper cream on them?
Isn’t it part of the super-mom’s prerogative to wear the latest styles and have great hair even if all she’s doing is shuffling around the house all day?
But then again: what if it is the long, curly hair makes you look unkempt? Huh? What then?