When I was younger I wanted my ears pierced. Nothing to "out of ordinary" just a simple trip to the mall and a new pair of studs:)
In my family that was not allowed.
My dad wasn't having it.
He HATED the idea...and refused.
Now, let me clarify a bit. My dad isn't as strict as he sounds....he spoils us and loves us...and is a giant goofball most of the time. He did have definite "boundaries" that kept us in line growing up....but always spoiled us with time, affection and wonderful gifts! He just REALLY hates "piercings" and can't stand the idea. Pointless, ugly and wrong. Simple as that (in his book).
This gift....the gift of earrings....was NEVER going to happen...see he reminded me often.
So I complained and whined for years.
My wedding day approached and I thought just maybe I had the courage to REBEL. I had never disobeyed my dad...but darn it...EARRINGS were important!!! I could go as far as saying they were "CRITICAL", especially on my wedding day.
Still...my dad insisted the idea was pathetic and I quote..."You don't need gobby pieces of metal hanging from your head to make you look beautiful. You would be "OVER DOING IT" and you are gorgeous without them".
So I found the most beautiful set of earrings (for pierced ears of course) and paid out the nose to have them made into CLIP-ONS for my wedding day. The memory still makes me laugh out loud...but a girls gotta do what's necessary.
A few more years passed and I was growing older. Afterall --- I was a married woman...had been for over 2.5 years might I add...and I could make this decision couldn't I???
I waited until I moved halfway acrossed the country to a little state called NEBRASKA...
and I did it!!!
...I marched into the mall...made Jarom hold my hand...and wahlah!
I pierced my ears and was giddy for weeks:)
Now...I'd love to say it went smooth...or my REBELLION went unnoticed and unpunished...but no can do. I had never disobeyed my dad...and HATED to disappoint him more than anything else on earth. Again: Having earrings was critical remember. I would have never done it if I didn't have to! I simply didn't have a choice. Living without the enjoyment would have been too painful.
The 4-5 month wait until my next visit to UTAH was one filled with anxiety. How was I going to hide them? I surely couldn't do it forever.
Well...he didn't notice. Not that trip anyhow....but my sister eventually copied me...got her ears pierced...got CAUGHT...then told on me too:) I could have killed her. Little stink.
What are sister's for:):)
My point is....I am seriously paying for it now. Right after I pierced my ears a bump started developing on my left lobe. The idiot girl at Claire's obviously didn't know what she was doing...and pierced it halfway...when it didn't go all the way through in one quick movement like it should have...she made a comment that went something like this, "OoooHHH..." and lifted up her other hand (to use the strength of both hands) to press the earring the rest of the way through my earlobe. SICK! The sound was less than enjoyable.
The bump has hurt for 3 years...and is NOW pretty darn big. It has nearly closed off my hole on that side...and each time I wear earrings I am practically re-piercing it. It is horribly painful...and swollen. My punishment for rebellion I guess.
I visited the doctor this morning and after a huge shot (in my freakin earlobe people...yes it hurt and I said the S-word) the doctor told me I would have to have surgery to remove it!
I have been referred to a plastic surgeon, get to be knocked out, have the thing surgically cut out, my lobe put back together, and months later....get my ear re-pierced. Sounds fun, huh?
Oh yah....and then it would most likely come back.
I can't wait to tell Jarom tonight. He will be so onry about paying for this little dilemma:)
I am still deciding if this was all worth it.
Bizarre that I'm still on the fence about it, I know!!!
....maybe my love for earrings stems from my 22 years of being deprived of them. Who knows?
What I do know...is I will listen to my dad from now on....and use this story to threaten my children into obeying my every instruction:) If not...they will pay.
Often times not until later...but they will.
Parents always know best:)
Parents always know best:)