When Ainsley was a baby I participated in what felt like an Ancient Tribal Ritual – I held her tightly swaddled body down while she shrieked with fear, pain and anger – so the doctor could pierce her ears.
One ear down, I thought, “Dear God, what am I doing?”
When Ainsley was around 3 years old, she found the pierced ears annoying. They always had to be taken care of. If you didn’t pay attention, the skin would try to grow over the earring in the back. We once had to get one ear re-pierced. She demanded I take them out, said she didn’t want pierced ears anymore. I obliged.
Of course when she was 6 she started asking that her ears be pierced again. Or maybe 7. Definitely 8. I would tell her she had to prove that she could take care of a piercing by being responsible for her body.
For her 9th Birthday she got her ears pierced again. She cried after the first ear. But, they gave her a sucker and she had solid gold daisy earrings so it was considered all worth it.