Monday, May 9, 2011
My not-so-little-anymore Madison decided she wanted her ears pierced about a year ago when she turned eight. After I told her the process, she wasn't so sure about it, and put the begging to rest for a year. Well it's coming on her 9th birthday and she has been getting the itch again, so we decided to make it a date. She decided to talk her friend, Rylin, into getting it done also. We headed to Claire's the only place to pierce your ears in Ithaca, besides the tattoo place in the Common's (I'm kidding...well, kind of) and started to check out the wide variety of earrings. Let me tell ya, the selection has definitely changed from the silver studs they had when I got mine pierced around the same age. They actually had some really cute ones to choose from. Madison and Rylin both chose some little flowers with different colored jeweled petals. I don't think I got a good shot in the pictures. When we first got there, the girls were in heaven letting their little imaginations run wild of the many dress up possibilities that stood before them. It was so surreal to see my baby with her friend at the mall saying, "cool" and "awesome" about everything in sight. Rylin was the brave one to get her ears done first. She shot a mile out of the chair and had big tears well up in hers eyes, but never let one fall down her cheek. Madison was terrified to say the least and tried to hide her fear by giggling (she is too much like her mom, I remember doing the same thing when I got my ears pierced). As I stood watching her anticipate the pain, I had so many thoughts flash into my mind of being a helpless mother,wanting to take away her fear and protect her from any kind of hurt. I had flashes in the future (the distant future) about her giving birth and wanting to tell her the pain would be for a brief moment, but in the end it would be all worth it. I know, it's two totally different extremes, but the love of a mother is still the same no matter how small or big the situation might be. In the end, I saw my little girl in a different light, she is stronger than I give her credit for, and she handled it with grace and humor. She looked a whole lot older that day, and walked just a little taller, because she overcame her fear, and I was able to walk a little taller knowing that I was raising a confident, beautiful young lady.
Posted by Jody at 6:59 PM