You Pierced What?!?!

The Red Nosed Twins Post Nose Piercing!!


I figured I'd better "go big" and get it all done while I had the chance.....

The Mother Daughter Nose Piercing Bonding Day ;-)

Well, it happened. Maybe it started with cliff jumping. Maybe it was the "do something afraid" section on my girls accountability list that I have been daily checking off. Maybe it was something that started long before that. Maybe it was a combination of a lot of things. All I know is that when my husband said it was okay for our daughter to get her nose pierce something inside me snapped.

At first I was really mad. "How dare he tell her she could get her nose pierced?!" Back in my teens, I couldn't get my nose pierced. Later on, in my 20's I couldn't get it done either until I just accepted it was never going to be an option for me. Instead, I was kind of nervous and maybe even a little judging about it. A really mean lady I once worked with had her nose pierced. She always scared me. After that, just seeing a nose ring made me shudder. One of my best friends has one. Its just natural on her and it made me stop being afraid of people with them ;-P Well, anyway, it just plain wasn't fair. I should have one. Its part of my ethnic heritage and right isn't it? I'd also been wanting to do my belly button for a very long time. I seethed.

After a while, I asked my husband about it. He was rather noncommittal. Still, something in me didn't seem to rest. Night after long night, I started having nightmares about body piercings. After the third consecutive night of terrifying nightmares, and a lot of prayer, I was convinced that this was something for me to do. Any time there is that much wrestling and opposition going on inside of me, its usually something I'm just needing to do. I don't want to look back on my life and have regrets of things I never got to do. Here was my chance and I was taking it. The day we left for the nice body piercing lady's house, my husband prayed for us and for it all to go well.

All I knew was that I was going to force myself to go through with it no matter what. Now when I think of "body piercing", I think of a guy named "Biff" with whiskers and tattoos all over smoking a questionable substance. He laughs deeply as he downs a brewsky and flicks his butts next to where he is about to pick up the cross contaminated blunt piercing instrument. A bunch of riff raff are drinking and laughing loudly as the victim prays he doesn't contract hepatitis from this particular job. I ignored this imagination. This was my chance. I didn't know what to expect when we got there, though. We were both really pleased and relieved to see that the lady was super nice and very professional. She actually has her own autoclave and sterilizes her instruments. She used high quality surgical steel and adhered to the the strictest of aseptic technique. And man was she good! I could hardly believe my eyes. That lady has a gift and skill unmatched. Not only is she clean, professional, and confident, she knows how to do it in such a skilled way that there was almost no pain. The discomfort there was, was very minimal and extremely short. My nose didn't even bleed. She was quick about her work and very sure of her skills. Its the kind of thing you want for that kind of thing (you know?).

So as it were, me, the one who was gravely offended about her daughter getting her nose pierced, not only scheduling the job, but did her own nose and belly button. On the way home, my daughter was grinning from ear to ear, and about cross eyed from all the times she kept looking at her nose. I knew she was old enough and mature enough to know what she wanted. I also knew I would never be old enough and mature enough to know what I wanted ;-) But I was glad I did it anyway ;-)