It was earlier in the fall, actually. She was hanging out with me while I got ready to go out, possibly for work. I was actually paying a little more attention to my appearance by putting jewelry on myself. As she watched me put my favorite earrings in she said, “Mama, I want holes in my ears, too.” I was completely shocked. We decided long ago that we wouldn’t force her to get her ears pierced, and that if she asked, we’d do it. I came up with the brilliant plan that we’d do it over our Thanksgiving break, while visiting my sister-cousin who is much more knowledgeable about such things that I. I wrote to her, she said yes, we could do it, and so the plan was on to acquiesce to my girl’s request.
I have to admit here and now that as the time for this grew nearer, I grew nervous. I was worried that it would hurt her a lot and that she’d cry and be upset and not want the earrings any more. I opted not to talk about the pain with her. Instead we focused on the dragonfly earrings she would inherit from me, and I showed her some beautiful oak leaf earring on etsy, too.
The plan was to get L4’s ears done the day before Thanksgiving, but that didn’t work out. I think I breathed a small sigh of relief, somewhere in my mind. We changed plans to the day after, Black Friday. Yes, that’s right, we were planning on braving the mall to get a 3-year-old’s ears pierced. We got her whipped up into an appropriately excited mood. The evidence:
As the women were preparing everything for L4 (we requested both be done at once!), I reminded her that it would pinch. I told her to just squeeze the bear the store gave her to hold, and that as soon as it was done I would scoop her up if she wanted. Here she is, for the final countdown:
My girl was such a trooper! Her face held a look of shock, then some pain after, but no tears. I hugged her and let her squeeze my hands and tell me about it while her ears were cleaned again.
You can see she was a little sad. But then she was offered a lolly and all sadness disappeared as she gazed at the bucket, ready to choose. And L3 was pleased that he got one just for being her big brother.
And me? I sniffle a little, as my baby grows a bit more. But she made the choice, and I’m glad I didn’t just do it when she was an infant. Should we have waited until she was older before allowing it? For her, I don’t think so.
How about all of you? What adventures did you have over Thanksgiving?