My parents granted me permission get my ears pierced when I was ten. True to his nature, my dad preceded our entry to the mall with a long talk in the car. He made sure I wanted to forever mar my body. Answering his inquiry in the affirmative we walked together into Claire’s. A quick click, click finished the deed. I never regretted the decision, even as my own newborn babies pulled at the dangles threatening an enlarged hole.
Three of those babes happen to be girls. As parents we decided to follow the tradition of making piercing the child’s choice.
Raimy, my oldest, begged us for pierced ears her whole life. During a trip to the States we said yes. A trembling eight year old held my hand as we walked the halls of the mall looking for Claire’s. Two clicks from the gun held by a holey, decorated teenager and my daughter had two more holes in her head.
A number of months later that same child begged me to let her take out the shiny bobbles and let the holes grow shut. Her sensitivity couldn’t stand the feel of earrings. I consented, with one stipulation. If she ever wanted pierced ears again she paid for it.
At thirteen years old she revisits the idea at least once a week. She might go with her friends. We’ll see.
Of course my second daughter, Gabrielle, has begun the begging. We might get it done when we go to the States with her. She is 10; like I was. We’ll have to do it at Claire’s to keep tradition.
Speaking of tradition, the Bolivian girls get their ears pierced as infants. An infant is thought to be a boy (no matter how many dresses and pink you put the child in) if the ears are not pierced.
The thought occurred to me to inspect my third daughter’s ears. Kaitlynn has two tiny little scars where a piercing took place. I imagine as an infant in the hospital her birth mom had it done. The holes have since grown closed. Oh to know the story behind these tiny scars!
As her mama and papa now we will follow the tradition of letting her decide if she will have pierced ears, rather re-pierced ears. Will the fact that the closed up scars came from her mom influence her decision? She could always ask the piercer to give her new holes so she can keep the old ones as a reminder.
I wonder what other kind of scars from her former life have closed up, or are in the process of closing up. I wonder if some permanent scars from before she found us will never grow closed. I wonder if we might be able to adorn those reminding scars with shiny bobbles of gratitude.
Do you think it is possible to let scars become gratitude reminders?
Do you have any scar stories you would like to share?