You win some, you lose some

alternate title: The post in which I become the worst mother in the world.

Yesterday we did decide to go ahead and have our daughter’s ears’ pierced. Everyone was excited, my mom and sister came…but as the time for the piercing grew closer and closer I began to get nervous.

Was I making the right decision? 
What would people think when they saw her pierced ears? 
Would they shame me for pushing that choice one her? 

But then I just stuck to what had been my reality growing up…never once was I sad that I didn’t get to experience the “right of passage” some hold as a tradition for their daughters. Nor did I ever have any flash backs of the pain caused by said piercing. Quite the contrary actually; when I decided to get my second holes in my ears, I was SO nervous because I didn’t know if it would hurt or not. haha! (yes, I have two holes in my lower ear and my left cartilage…my parent’s were not such fans of that…gasp!)

Anyway…

As we walked into the store my nerves and excitement bubbled. I filled out her paper work took before pictures.

The lady explained how I needed to hold Paisley. She marked her ears…wiped that off, re-marked her ears…wiped that off, and re-marked her ears. Yep, then it was perfect!

Okay, we were done, right? Then I heard…click, click…the lady was loading the gun. Oh snap! We haven’t even started yet. AND she was going to have to pierce each ear separately. Ugh! Not what I had hoped for.

And then came the worst two minutes of my daughter’s and my’s life…
(yep, some of these make me cry just looking at them)