I have always told the girls they need to wait until they are 12 years old to get their ears pierced. I don't know how I came up with that number. I think it was tradition -- I had to wait until I was 12, so by golly, they were going to wait to.
I fudged a teeny bit with Cali on this rule. She approached me when she was 11 1/2 years old and said, "My friend, Julie, is getting her ears pierced for her b-day and wants me to do it with her for her party." Well, since it was a mere 6 months early, I grudgingly let her break the 12 year rule.
Last week, on Tueday, I walked into the kids' school to deliver something to a teacher. Nyah's teacher from last year, Mrs. Stokes' saw me and said, "Hey, Vanessa. Nyah just told me she's getting her ears pierced this weekend. How fun!" I was completely caught off guard. What? This was news to me! What in the world was Miss Nyah telling people? And why?!
When Nyah walked in the door from school I said, "So, Nyah. You are getting your ears pierced, huh?!"
"Oh, yeah. I was going to talk to you about that, Mom!"
Well, it turns out, Nyah's friend, Ady, was planning to get her ears pierced and invited Nyah along. I, of course, said, "Nyah, you are only 9 years old. You have to be 12 to get your ears pierced."
"Why?" Nyah asked.
"Yeah, Mom, why?" Cali chimed in.
"Well . . . uh, well . . ." I hesitated for a second before I came up with my fabulous mommy response. "Cali, you had to wait until you were ALMOST 12, and Nyah, you are only 9 years old. You have to be able to take care of them so they don't get infected! You don't want to have red, pussy ears!"
"Mom, I'll help Nyah take care of her ears. It'll be easy!" Cali responded.
Tag Team! What could I say now? "Well, the answer is, no! The family rule is 12 years old."
When Aaron got home from work, I told him about the situation. He just kind of looked at me blankly and said, "Well, why are we saying 12 years old?"
By this time I was completely frustrated. "We just do. That's the rule!"
As the days of the week ticked by, I started to wear down. Nyah would look at me with her sweet puppy dog eyes and say, "Please, Mom! I promise I'll take care of them."
Finally, on Friday, Nyah asked one last time. "Just call your dad and ask him!" I said in frustration.
I heard Nyah talking to Aaron and then she said, "Mom, Dad wants to talk to you."
I put the phone to my ear. "Vanessa, I told Nyah I'm just an old softy. I really don't care if she gets her ears pierced. It's up to you."
Why do I always have to be the bad guy? Did I really care anyways? Twelve years old. Nine years old. What's the difference?
Needless to say, Nyah was pleased as punch as she got dressed to head to the mall on Saturday.
She took her frog, "Sour Apple," along to help her feel brave.
Holding hands with Ady for moral support.
McKenzie, Kaitlin, Nyah and Ady with their beautiful new ears!
Hopefully, I will have more strength of character with the rest of the family rules: no dating till you're 16, and absolutely no kissing till you're 30! Ha! Ha!