Meg got her ears pierced today. I have nothing to prove that this happened except a $30 pair of white gold CZ earrings. It was totally spur of the moment (I know that surprises every single one of you) as we were at the mall, we saw another little girl sitting in the chair at Claire's getting her ears done and we just said "go for it." She was so brave. She didn't even wince when they stuck the earring in. The only comment she made was, "Woo, that hurt!" Then she told Brian, "Just a little pinch." But later in the afternoon, the wound started to ache, as any wound is want to do (even the self-inflicted ones.) And she decided that the cost of beauty was just too high. How could I force her to live out the pain of her decision. I saw a painful reflection of some of my own decisions in this little small example my daughter was showing me. So I helped her remove the earrings. I gave her some ibuprofen and I kissed her ears and told her if she changed her mind later, we'd go again. And you know what, it was worth the $35 just to see how proud she was of herself. She called every little friend she has and both her grandmothers to tell them how big she was and it was worth every dime. She even Skyped with my mom and got to show off her short-lived bling. But in the end, the earrings came out, the holes are already closed up, and I am wearing the earrings myself.
But I sort of developed this fascination with piercing from watching how wonderful my daughter felt from her new-found beauty. I'm thinking there will be another piercing in my future, but I'm not going to tell you where I am putting it until after it's done (mostly because I know my mother is terrified even as she is reading this and I will get a call or e-mail in the next five minutes with her opinion about whether or not I should do this.) In the end, Ondrea would probably never get another piercing. But you know what, Ondrea would not have let her four year old daughter get her ears pierced either. But guess what... Sasha WOULD! And Sasha is thinking that by Monday or Tuesday, you can look for a photo of my new bling. We'll see... maybe I'll change my mind when the high of my daughter's right of passage wears off. You'll just have to come back and see! :)