I am not good at accepting constructive criticism, but I do love calling myself out on my own inconsistencies. I usually view them as growth, as long as they don't both occur within a 24-hour period. So when my husband and I brought our daughters to get their ears pierced in the end of last week, I knew this post was coming.
It was almost two and a half years ago that my eldest asked me twice within one week if she could get her ears pierced. This was my post (and inner dialogue) that resulted:
"Now, she has also asked if she can be a waitress when she grows up, if she can take xylophone lessons and if she can go back to her old preschool because the new one doesn’t have naptime, but I didn’t take any of those inquiries seriously, as she asked only once. I have learned from experience that once she asks twice, I will have an easier time refusing an intravenous Diet Coke drip than I will her requests."
Even more thankful for her "inconsistencies" than I am for my own, I was lucky this request was fleeting. It was sort of like a supermarket meltdown. Agonizing and seemingly endless in the moment, but in hindsight, over in a flash. Phew.
But my second child... she is a whole-nother bag of tricks. And when she started asking me for "ear holes" four months ago, I knew I wouldn't get off that easy.
I still feel the same way I did in October of 2012. "It's the idea of making our babies grow up faster than they need to that makes me uncomfortable. Joking that your baby has diva tendencies is one thing… forcing them upon her is another. To pierce or not to pierce? Either way, I feel her slipping away already. Thank God she’ll need me to help wipe her bum later this afternoon… That’s always a decent reminder that we’ve got a looong way to go."
But, my baby isn't a baby anymore. She is four and a half, the exact age her sister was at the time of my first post on this subject. And to say she has a mind of her own is an understatement. She has a voice, and we heard it.
The photo story that unfolded on my husband's Facebook was adorable.
She was so excited at the start...
Until a bit of fear set in...
But in the end, she was a BIG GIRL!
The problem with this tale, as with many told on Facebook, is that it didn't tell the whole story. My husband managed to get a photo just as the second piercing when through the lobe, and the sheer TERROR on my daughter's face led me to say/scream that he'd be in huge trouble if he posted the picture. He didn't. But in retrospect, I am ok with putting it out there, because I think there is a valuable lesson to be learned.
Sometimes the things we desire most cause us the greatest pain to achieve... but if we overcome, they bring the greatest beauty.