When I was twelve I began begging my mom incessantly for permission to get my ears pierced.
She refused, because she was mean like that.
Her rule was fourteen so I had to wait, and what a miserable wait it was. For both of us.
"I will never use such cruel and unusual punishment on my daughter!" I screamed at her on a daily basis.
And I meant it. I was willing AND ready to be a cool mom to my daughter.
But my daughter showed no interest in me being cool. Or in getting her ears pierced. Not even when I dropped hints or suggestions or got down on my hands and knees and begged.
"I don't feel like it right now," she would say.
"Well, hows about a tattoo?" I would say. "A shaka tattoo! Or a plumeria! Or a cute little dophin!"
She wasn't interested in getting a tattoo either.
Which is why yesterday was such a special day.
Yesterday morning my daughter said, "Mom, will you take me to get my ears pierced after school?"
"Will I! Will I! Will I!" I cried.
No, literally, I cried.
But she didn't. She didn't even wince. She just sat there in her daddy's college t-shirt and grinned.
Something else made yesterday special! The Magic Quilt arrived from Kritta--WOOOHOOO!--which produced massive chicken skin and major crocodile tears from me!
Photographic evidence coming tomorrow (after I finish sprinkling it with pixie dust and serenading it with Mozart).