M has been begging, begging, and begging to get her ears pierced. For a while we always told her that she had to be 12, which was a completely arbitrary number, in order to get them pierced. Then over the summer one of my friends had her daughter's ears pierced. She felt that if the kid was ready then go for it. Why wait, what's going to change in 6 years?
Saturday was the day. We got a sitter to watch G so we didn't have to deal with The Beast while punching a hole in our daughter's ears. Questions in the car centered around if it would hurt. We did not lie to her, but we could not quite explain how it would hurt. All I could think of was that it felt like a shot in the arm - once you start to feel the pain it's already over. I hoped. She knew exactly where to go once we got into the mall. She was all smiles while Matt filled out the paperwork. She was even all smiles while the lady cleaned her earlobes and used the purple marker for the holes. Now that I think about it, I think Claire's used a purple marker when I got mine pierced many years ago.
When the girl pierced the first ear, I thought we were going to lose her. Her face when slack and her grip on Matt's hand was non-existent. She whispered that she didn't want to get the second one done. I thought I was going to cry hearing her say this. The crowd of people watching, all at the same time, said, "Oh no, you have to get the other one." The girl quickly pierced the second ear before she slid off the chair.
Matt quickly changed the topic by having her pick out some earrings for when she can take the studs out. She was a different girl when we got out into the mall. She would not stop prattling about how it hurt but now it doesn't, hey that store sells earrings, when can I wear my new peace sign earrings. I think adrenaline has a funny effect on her. Some cake and hot chocolate took her mind off the whole thing :)
|Too cute, huh?!|