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Baby no more. You are officially a little girl with bling. You have been asking for earrings for months. Your jewelry obsession is well-documented. And you are always pointing at my ears and Mima’s ears and then grabbing your own. Daddy has always said you had to be old enough to decide for yourself. I have complete confidence that you did. For several days I’ve been asking you if you want to get your ears pierced. Of course you answered emphatically every time with a resounding, “Yeah!” Then, I would explain to you that meant getting owies in your ears. You would look at me seriously and say “yeeeeah…” with a furrowed brow. Then, I’d ask you again if you still wanted to get earrings. I know it’s a lot for a little mind, but I know you got it. Maybe not fully, but you you knew. We explained every step of the way to you. I didn’t want there to be any surprises. There was no tricking you into it. You know what an “owie” is.
Mima – the amazing, thoughtful, foresightful Mima that she is – suggested we buy you a sucker off one of the carts in the main corridor of the mall. Good idea. It keep you entertained and distracted while the super nice lady who was in charge of the piercing, talked to you and made you feel comfortable. She really did a great job of it. We got a good one.
I asked if we could do both sides at once, and happily (and I think luckily) they obliged us. Super nice girls. Mima held you so I could take pictures. You did amazing. You sat soooo still and waited for both girls to line up their guns. It seemed like it took FOREVER. Mima said she could feel your little heart pounding through your chest. Honestly, so was mine, hehe. I seriously get a little teary thinking about it. Because you were a little afraid – just a little – and you overcame it. My brave big girl. I was so proud of you.
The tears were dramatic and very short-lived. A hug from me, some cuddles and comfort, some cheering and high-fiving, a look in the mirror, and you were over the pain and into your new shiny ear candy.
Such a right of passage. Your first little baby step toward womanhood. Well, err… let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Still, it’s pretty cool. And you look good, baby. 🙂