"You know, I think I'm ready Momma"
When Brookie's cousin Hadley got her ears pierced last summer, she wanted hers done as well. Then I explained what
pierced actually meant...a little pinch. I mean, I had a responsibility to tell her what she was getting into. But as soon as I said 'pinch', she wasn't having it. She knew pinching hurt, thanks largely in part to her little sister, and hurt=pain=this sucks=no way, Jose.
Now I'm a girl Momma. I embrace (ahem, adore) all that princess dress up girly stuff. I wanted her to have her ears pierced, I couldn't wait to get her a jewelry box & fill it with little earring studs. But I wasn't going to force her. I wanted it to be her decision, hence the reason why I didn't have them pierced as a baby.
Over the next 6 months, everytime she saw me wear earrings, she'd compliment me on how pretty they were. I'd say "Well, you can have earrings too if you want. Do you want your ears pierced?" And everytime she'd say "Nope. I don't want a pinch". So we'd leave it at that. Ball was in the kiddos court.
Last Friday, the girls & I were out to lunch at Panera, trying to beat a case of cabin fever. Again she saw my earrings & again I told her that she could have her ears pierced too if she wanted, expecting the same answer. And to my surprise, she told me "You know, I think I'm ready Momma."
First of all, gigglesnort at her response. I swear this child will be talking like the Dawson's Creek kids here before pre school. And second of all, yay! So we finished up lunch, during which she talked the entire time about what kind of earrings she wanted, and headed towards the mall.
When we got there, the lady behind the counter explained that she recommended 14k gold earrings to aid from infection (in which Brooklyn replied "Do you have fowteen cawot Hello Kitty eawings?" Say all you want, but her R's crack me up) and showed us all the choices. She picked out hot pink flower studs & got all ready in her seat, holding onto her buddy Clarice in a choke hold the entire time.
Unfortunately the 2nd girl that's usually there so the piercing can both be done at once wasn't there. I told Sis we could come back, but once she saw those flowers, she wanted them naaaaow. I was so sure that she'd end up like a boy band member from the 90's with one sparkly stud because no way was she going to take 2 seperate pinches.
But? She did awesome. Didn't cry. Didn't scream. Didn't make a single peep. Just kinda jerked, but smiled after each one. And? They looked perfect. Awfully red & sore here...
and stayed that way for a good hour, but still so cute.
Isn't she beaming? She was so proud of herself & I was SO proud of her bravery. Yeah, yeah, I know. It's only her ears pierced. Not like she graduated medical school (yet.)
But this was the first time my daughter truly pondered over a decision. And went through with it. After it was all said & done and she got Emmy's approval with a "tit-tee" (we're working on it), I asked her why she changed her mind. She told me because she was a big girl. And big girls have pretty ears. She also told me that it did hurt, but just for a second. And wondered when she was getting those Hello Kitty eawings.
When Dustin saw them that night, he just smiled & sighed and said "It starts". True story, buddy. Welcome to the world of estrogen. Leave your balls at the door.