Zoe's Ear-piercing Experience

Our family has a time honored tradition of going to get ears pierced on the sixth birthday.  Delaney had her ears pierced when she was six.  Emily had her ears pierced when she was six.  And we all knew that Zoe would follow in the family tradition and do the same.  So, we have planned for two weeks to take Zoe on her birthday after school to Claire's for the rite of passage from little girl to big girl.  In the car on the way there, we had much discussion about how the piercing would feel.  We told her that there would be pain, but that it would pass quickly and she would be so happy to have such beautiful earrings.  She actually considered not going through with it, but we all agreed that we should finish the trip and at least look at the choices.  If, when she got there, she decided she didn't want to get them pierced, we would leave and get ice cream.  When we arrived, she quickly decided that she liked the green stone and was ready for piercing.  The wonderful gal at Claire's began to assemble the needed items for the job.  Somewhere in the process, Zoe changed her mind.  I tried to gently tell her that it was her personal choice and she didn't have to do it, but if she wanted to she had to decide and follow through with her choice.  Something in her demeanor changed and she scooted closer to the Claire's gal and declared she did want earrings.  So, the preparations continued.   The gal put the little purple dots on her ears and we all looked at Zoe, measuring side to side so she would have perfectly straight earrings for years to come.  Finally, it was time for the first ear.  The gal picked up the piercer and steadied it on Zoe's ear and with a quick punch it was over. Zoe was the proud owner of one beautiful green earring.  Zoe began to tear up.  Quickly her tears turned into sobs which transitioned quite seamlessly into wails.  She became so overcome that she couldn't hear me trying to comfort her. The Claire's gal and I spent about 15 minutes trying to explain the mysteries of the universe and convince her to let us continue.  After a while, I was tiring and told her to walk around the store and see if there was anything she would like to buy once this was all over.  Yes, bribery was on the table at this point.  She walked around calmly and looked at several very nice things, but time was ticking.  So I walked over to her to lead her back to the chair.  Zoe, my delicate, sweet, deeply thoughtful little girl then ran...yes ran...away from me in the store and began to scream (I wish I was exaggerating), "NO!"  This seemed like a good time to cancel the entire plan, pay for the ONE earring and get me and the four girls out of there.  I asked the gal to ring us up and that we would be on our way just the way she was.  I caught Zoe and tried to take her hand so we could gather ourselves, only Zoe would have none of it.  She flailed her little arms around and began what I consider to be the most difficult part of the ordeal.  She began to scream, "Take it out!"  The kind Claire's gal looked at me and I said, "Take it out."  At which point Zoe began to flail again screaming, "NO!"  This went on for what seemed like several hours as people from all over the mall began to gather and point at ME.  We finished the paying transaction while Zoe continued to scream.  I reached down to take out the one earring and she pulled away from me crying and screaming.  I have passed from embarrassment to anger to frustration to what now seems down-right amusement. I look pleadingly at the gal and asked if she could try just one more time to take out the single green stud so beautifully placed in Zoe's ear. She must be part Saint, because she did agree and successfully removed the earring.  I took Zoe, gathered the other three girls and we all held our heads up proudly and walked out of Claire's and the mall with Zoe crying the whole way.  I have learned that the best way to handle the most embarrassing of situations with your kids is to pretend not the see the people staring and pointing and to get out as quickly as possible.  I think back on the afternoon and feel I got quite a bargain.  I will forever have this story to remember and tell, and it only cost me $34.95 + tax. 

P.S. Zoe is quite fine and is playing outside as I type.