'my real earrings'

So, yes....my 'baby girl' now sports a pair of earrings.

She's been asking for her earrings since she had the vocabulary to- which was, from memory, just before she turned two. {And pink hair, since before she turned three. And yes, I am terrified of her teenage years}.

I have said to her many a time that when she was big enough to a) understand that there was a needle involved and it did hurt for a few seconds and b) help to take care of them by letting Mummy clean them and not play with them, she could have earrings.

That time came last weekend.

She asked, yet again.

I sat her down and we watched some carefully selected videos where girls had their ears pierced {top hint: search 'ear piercing no tears'}. We talked about the needle, and how it hurt like a needle at the doctors. We talked about the aftercare involved. We talked about how they did one at a time, and it was important to get the second one done too, or people may mistake you for a pirate.

And she still wanted them, so off we went.

I thought she might change her mind when they had no pink earrings to pierce with {and truth be told, she did consider it}. I thought she might change her mind after they drew on the dots.

But she sat still, and smiling. {Later, that night, as we were curled up on her bed reaind a book, she whispered "I nearly cried", and I whispered back "I know."}

She is so, so pleased with herself. And just proud as punch.

And we'll be shopping for pink earrings for her birthday.