So tomorrow, at 6:30am, my little girl starts high school. Yes. I know. High School.
But….but…she was just born yesterday. How did this happen? Make it stop.
At the beginning of the summer, she started talking about getting her cartilage pierced. Then she talked about it for 90 days and 2,160 minutes non-stop.
Last week, mission accomplished. Finally.
What I forgot to tell her was to ease our family into it. Most of her aunts, cousins, etc. love it. But some folks, aka MY MOTHER, were mortified. Why? Why? She asked. She didn’t say it – but I knew what she was thinking. This is an open door, this is the start of delinquency, what’s next – Crack? No. No. And No.
Between you, me and the world – I had no issues with it. Dating, Facebook, the World Wide Web? I have issues with. A second earring? Not so much. My two cents on this – as long as she’s a good human being in the world and isn’t hurting herself or anyone else (and not a crack addict) – go for it.
Her Dad was a little more reluctant and unsure, but he knows she’s a good kid and went for it (ok, he didn’t go for it but he didn’t block the door). We’ll take it.