It was one of those what-were-we-thinking moments.
I had to wait until I was 12 to get my ears pierced. It’s a rite of passage. I practically counted down the days until I was allowed to get them pierced.
But, Ashlyn wanted them pierced…now. Months ago, we said no. She asked when. We said when we felt like she was responsible enough to take care of her ears as well as oodles of little earrings she would no doubt accumulate.
When we were deciding what experience gift to give her for Christmas, we decided this would be it. I mean, why wait? She’s pretty responsible. And, there’s no real reason why we have to make her wait. Haven’t read anything that says a girl has to be a certain age.
But, seeing her sitting there in that seat waiting for the big moment, I was thinking we may have made a mistake.
She’s 7 years old. And, getting her ears pierced would make her look years older – 10 years older, I’m sure. Okay, maybe only 8 or 9 years older.
What’s next?
Don’t answer that.
This was the worst it got. No blood. No tears. Not even a rating more than 1 on the pain scale, so she told the 8 year old waiting to age 10 years herself.
My little girl, looking all grown up, with her sweet dainty little pink pearl earrings.
And, you know what, I kind of like them on her after all.
But, Drew’s new look he greeted us with when we got home?
Nope. This mama has to draw the line somewhere.
