I have a lovely daughter named Mary. She is graceful, considerate, gentle, and QUIET. Not to mention quite beautiful; but most importantly, when she torments her brothers she does it so very quietly and unobtrusively that it does not come to my attention and thereby does not aggravate me. When the boys finally have had enough and begin to protest loudly I punish them for disturbing the peace, she gets away scot free, and quiet returns to the house. I know its unfair, but I am not in the "fair" business. I just want quiet. She is my only child who understands this fact, a fact I have oft repeated in their presence. That must go rewarded.
Mary's birthday is September 24th, the feast of Sts. Paphnutius, Chuniald, Gislar and Rusticus. Really. I have consulted each of them for their point of view, but they have apparently needed time as well...and so it goes. Why my caution, my desire for careful prudence? Let me explain. At the tender age of twelve my lovely daughter Elizabeth made the pilgrimage to the "Piercing Pagoda" in the local mall with her fifteen-year-old sister and mother, and the younger ladies had their ears pierced. Emily, the eldest, faired well, and her post-piercing period was unscarred by gore. Elizabeth, on the other hand, did not enjoy the success of her sibling. She pulled the earing out a week after the deed accidentally, and in a state of ignorance thought the most prudent action would be to rinse it off in the sink, wipe it with a towel hanging nearby, and stick the brutal thing back in her eviscerated ear lobe, post haste. Two days later the ear lobe, swollen from infection, expanded over the entire piece of jewellery, which then required an emergency room visit and scalpel to extract it from inside her skin. Unpleasant. She is currently seventeen years old. She does not have pierced ears.
Michelle thinks I am a fuddy-duddy. I am well aware that parents allow their newborn babies to be pierced. While that may be someone's cup of tea, it is not mine. Thirteen is still closer to infancy than my age. I vowed not to let societal or peer pressure influence my decision. This was a great annoyance to my spouse. She then announced that Mary would have her ears pierced the Saturday after her birthday, to our daughter's squeals of delight. Case closed. Evidently the Supreme Court was trumped by an order from the Executive Branch. So be it. Today its the ears. Tomorrow the belly button. Whatever. I will make sure the medical insurance documents are available when needed.
And I am the type to say "I told you so".