My oldest daughter will be eight. Daddy finally agreed to let her pierce her ears. It's all she's been talking about for months. Her birthday isn't technically until June, but Mema is visiting from out of town and wanted to be a part of this momentous occasion.
We got in the car and headed to Claire's. She was a bundle of nerves. Sometimes she'd be real quiet. Other times she'd be bursting with excitement. She asked several questions to gather as much information as she possibly could, trying to gauge how much this would actually hurt, and if it was worth the pain. I told her that she didn't have to do it, but she wanted to.
So we get there, pick out the over-priced earrings, fill out the appropriate paper work, and off we go. Being the blogging mom that I am, I captured the whole thing on camera. I will warn you that if you have a soft spot for tears, you may not want to look. It could break any Mama's heart. Or maybe not. Maybe it only breaks mine because I birthed her. Either way, here you go...
At the store, waiting her turn.
In the chair, getting nervous.
I'm going to narrate for you. This is what I think she is thinking and feeling...
"Wait, that's a little uncomfortable. I'm not sure I like this."
"Owww! That hurt! You didn't tell me it would hurt THIS much!"
"This is NOT worth it. I change my mind."
At this point, the lady just let her cry and went on to the other ear. Smart move. She wasn't even paying attention to what the woman was doing. Until, of course, she pierced her ear. And that brought on more of this...
I took brief moments away from the camera to console my crying child. I comforted her with soothing words and soft pats of reassurance. Of course, she didn't believe a word I said. I think she was pretty mad at me by that time. But, two seconds later, there was this...
She's very happy with her decision to pierce her ears. They were sore, but she loves them. She slept fine, and woke up saying that she's, "so into earrings right now." 20 minutes after that, I had to pull the backing off of her earring because the skin was caught in it. But we won't talk about that. Let's just say, she had a moment of not being so into earrings.
I sent her to school today, in pigtails, so she could show off her sparkly ears.
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