Devyn had her ears pierced when she’d just turned three years old. And rarely, if ever, wears earrings. I look at all the other girls with their pretty earrings and I sigh. Someday she’ll wear earrings again, but it won’t be any time soon.
I vowed not to make that same mistake with Reagan and Ashlynn. I was going to wait until they asked for it themselves. I wanted it to be their idea, not mine. Because let’s face it, at three years old, Devyn really could’ve cared less about pierced ears.
Well, the past few weeks Reagan has been begging… and begging… and begging to get her ears pierced. There were a few times that I thought my ears might bleed from the repetition. But needless to say, we all survived and after this morning, Reagan is now the proud owners of new earrings.
|So excited! I can’t even describe how excited she was for this next step of “big girl” status.||Marking her ears…|
|Marking the other side.||First the left side. (I’m the horrible mom who didn’t tell her what was used to pierce ears.)|
|Then the right side. (You can tell she had a better idea of what to expect this time around.)||All done! And not a single tear!|
|Happy. Happy. Happy.||Mama and the big girl, with her beautiful ears!|
Whew! I’d love for the milestones to slow down just a bit. This mama needs a break from all the growing up that’s been happening around here. Seriously. How is a mama’s heart supposed to endure all of this?!