Rites of Passage
I took my daughter down to Telegraph Avenue to get her nose pierced yesterday. All week I was having nightmares that she was going to end up looking like this, but she looks more like this. It's actually quite cute, and she's very happy. And they even gave me a free bumper sticker. This afternoon, we go to the DMV so she can take the test for her driving permit. Time is flying.
Addendum: She passed the test and now has her provisional permit! She's thrilled and a little scared too, which I think is appropriate.
posted by Susan at 7:50 AM
10 Comments:
Of all the non-ear piercings, that one is my favorite (the second link, I mean, not the first). Congratulations to you, for making it through this parenting rite of passage so beautifully -- with a bumper sticker to memorialize it, no less. And good luck on the driving test!
Wednesday, July 26, 2006 9:34:00 AM
I heard recently that the nose piercing in women was done to emulate the same thing in cows - where the pierced ring was used to lead the animal around. Hence, it was supposed to symbolize the same with women.
Just an interesting factoid...
Wednesday, July 26, 2006 5:16:00 PM
Wow, you did it! I have held the line so far, though M is so scared of needles I don't really think she'd go through with it anyway. What a great bumper sticker!
Wednesday, July 26, 2006 6:51:00 PM
No! I can't believe she's old enough to drive. You handled the piercing thing well, Susan. I'm thankful piercing wasn't in when I was that age; took me til age 26 to get my ears done.
Linda
Wednesday, July 26, 2006 7:05:00 PM
Whoa. You're such a cool mom! :-)
What's next? Oooh, I know! Matching tattoos! ;-)
Wednesday, July 26, 2006 8:56:00 PM
the bumper sticker is just hilarious. :)
Wednesday, July 26, 2006 10:37:00 PM
Ji-in, ha ha, we actually did joke about getting matching sushi tattoos, little ones. But I hate needles, am a wimp about pain, and it's not like a piercing that is literally done before you can say "ow."
Thursday, July 27, 2006 7:43:00 AM
My mom would freak if I did that, and I'm over 30. She'd never accept that.
Can I adopt you as my mommy?
Thursday, July 27, 2006 6:34:00 PM
Wow, I grew up in Berkeley. I was clicking on writing blogs, then cool links and ended up here. Fate eh!
Congrats on not fainting. Oh how I miss the fog. I wrote a poem about it on another writing site yesterday morning.
Saturday, August 05, 2006 10:27:00 PM
I love that you took your daughter!
I myself got my nose pierced at age 16 (this was many, many, many years ago) and my mother – an ex-hippie, and a very cool mom in all ways! – was NOT happy when I told her I was going to do it. She wouldn’t go with me and I had to lie about my age at the tattoo shop. When I came home with the single, very simple, ring in my left nostril she wouldn’t look at me. I remember standing in her bedroom feeling like an ugly monster (also the piercing was red and puffy). But then she slowly turned to look at me and carefully said that it “wasn’t so terrible.” It took her about a month to get used to it and then she thought it was great.
Ironically, years later when piercings were more common, my younger sister and brother went on to get tongues, eyebrows, and belly buttons pierced and she didn’t even bat an eye! It sucks being the oldest.
You sound like the coolest mom.
Sunday, August 06, 2006 1:11:00 PM
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