When I was pregnant with her I didn't find out she was a girl. I wanted it to be a surprise, and I wanted a baby girl so desperately that I was actually afraid I would jinx myself if I found out. Silly, I know.
And now that I've had my boys it seems even more silly. But I. Had. To. Have. A. Girl.
I wanted this baby girl so badly, and when she arrived I was ecstatic. I imagined all the things we would do together, this mother and daughter duo.
My little Aubrey is now five years old, and I adore her. She definitely has my personality and an obsession for all things girlie. We fight, we play, we have girl talk and sleepovers in my bed when daddy goes on his Algonquin weekends. She is my sushi partner and loves a good pedicure. She is everything I wanted and more. And watching her grow up is both exciting and frightening.
When she was a baby I decided not to get her ears pierced. I have nothing against having it done, I just figured they were her ears, she should make the decision.
Since she was about four we would ask her, "Aubrey, do you want to get your ears pierced?" And this girlie girl of mine would always shock us and say, "Nope."
But just three short days ago, she came home from school and said to me, "Mom, I want to get my ears pierced."
I asked her if she was sure. I told her exactly how ears are pierced.
I hoped she would change her mind.
I don't know why. To me it was like admitting she isn't a baby anymore.
So today we headed to the mall to get it done. She was still so excited. I was still waiting for her to "chicken out."
In fact, I was hoping she would.
This is the child who fights when she gets a needle. Seriously fights... and is strong. I pulled the muscles on the right side of my body holding her down for her annual influenza vaccine.
My money was definitely on her backing out of the whole thing.
So as we pull into the parking lot at the mall, I was waiting for the "Can we just get ice cream instead?"
But no, she shouts, "We're here!" and off we run.
The next few minutes she amazed me.
She sat in the chair. She picked out princess cut studs. She watched as the equipment was prepped. She held her hands in her lap.
She got her ears pierced.
She changed. Just a little, but that's what happened. At that moment she was a five year old. Not my little baby with the goofy hair and funny way of asking for a "gwarm bubba."
And then she looked at Blake and I. Both amazed that she had done this. Then the tears started. And daddy had to carry her through the mall.
I guess she evened out the day for us. Proving what a big girl she is, but how much she still needs us too.
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Acting silly in the mirror. |
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Watching the ear piercing gun get loaded. |
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Starting to look a little nervous maybe??? Or I was just hoping so... |
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This was when I knew she was going to go through with it. |
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My baby still. |
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