
My daughter turned 12 on Sunday. Since I can remember she has wanted her ears pierced. I always said 12 was a good time. Last year on her 11th birthday she said, "Only one more year until I can get my ears pierced!"
Oh No! That came too quickly! Where has the time gone??
I thought about changing the event to 14 yrs. old but Hubby said that wouldn't be fair.
He was right.
So instead of resisting change and trying to not let my daughter grow up. I decided to embrace change and embrace growth.
I got my ears pierced too!
Yes, I am a 33 year old woman whose father never let me pierce my ears. After I was 18 I thought I was cool and hip to not have my ears pierced. It made me different and "unique". So I thought. Now I realized that part of my journey to becoming a lady isn't about using outside to affect the inside. If am cool and hip or unique...it's not because my ears aren't pierced. And to tell the truth, I always secretly wanted them... but I didn't want to be like everyone else.
silly, I know
Avery making sure the marks were just right
Uh oh.... She got nervous and wasn't sure she wanted to go through with it. But did I mention I went first so she could watch me? I was a great example.
That was my brave face. The anticipation was the worst. And that was my second ear!
( That's my brave anticipation face in case you were wondering)
I know, bad example. Maybe that was the problem.
Avery, after her first ear, got queazy and passed right out!!
I guess her anticipation was too much as well!
And I wasn't even there to catch her. Down she went on the floor. I think I just caught her head.
Mother of the year that day I was not.
The poor thing didn't even know what happened and she swore it was only because she leaned too far over in the chair.
It took 10 minutes for her to get the courage up to do her second ear. She hugged onto the teddy bear the lady gave her and I hugged her from the back.
And this time I held on tight in case she went over again.
I'm a quick learner.
