Today was the dreaded day. I finally had to bite the bullet and let my teenage daughter get her belly button pierced. Ick! Why would anyone want to do that? She begged me for at least three years. I put her off. Hoped it was a passing fancy that she would decide against. Nope. Finally, I relied on my old standby. Hey, it worked in the past! “Sure, as soon as someone else does it.”
When the child was in about second grade, she started begging me to let her shave her legs. So young! Granted, I could see why. But who needs to shave at that age? So, I invented the ole, “How about as soon as one of your friends starts shaving, then you can?” It worked. We made it all the way until the summer before fourth grade before she came running in to tell me her bestest friend had shaved!
But this is a piercing. Not quite the same as shaving. Why would I care, really? The truth is I don’t really care. It’s her belly button. My only concern was that we just moved here. People don’t even know her yet. Would she get a reputation? What does having a pierced belly button say to her peers? Does it look kinda trashy?
I had hoped for another year at least. Maybe she would change her mind in that time. I mean really, what other mom here in the “South” was going to let their kid pierce their navel? No one. None of her friends moms would allow it. Okay, except one. Crap! So now I have a pierced daughter. Well, not her first. Not even her second. Or third. Let’s face it. She has five holes in her ears. Does this needle poking stop now? What next? Don’t answer that… I can’t take it. I’m still recovering from today. Gross. And I took pictures!
Bad mom… Just bad… In my eyes, I shall not get the mom of the year award and it’s only January 6th. However, hmmm, in the kids eyes, I’m the greatest mom ever to walk the face of the earth. That does mean something. I’ll take it! *grin* We have to pick our battles I suppose. Score one for the teenage daughter. Save the absolute “No” for another day. I’m sure there will be many to choose from…
Becca Jameson (Mom of the Year)