We had a big celebration around here the other week. I couldn't let my sweet girl turn 7 without posting pictures of her big day. She had thought long and hard on how she wanted to celebrate and what she came up with was:
For years now, Steve and I told her she could get her ears pierced (if she wanted) when she was 7. I figured by that point she could decide if she indeed wanted to go through the pain and responsibility. This is what my mom had done with me and I like to think I turned out ok.
O was brave. And all smiles. She declared that day to be the *happiest day of her life, so far.*
The girls then shopped around Claire's Boutique for awhile. (Is there really anywhere else for an American girl to get her ears pierced?)
I stood back and tried to get out of the way. I felt like I was in some kind of weird dream where my daughter and her friend giggled over the sparkly hello kitty press-on nails... and then I realized, nope, it's just the beginning of the rest of my life. Somebody get me a refill on my Xanex, please.
We ended with fancy dining at the Cheesecake Factory. The girls were so excited and chatted and checked out the bathroom and the cheesecake case. They talked about earrings and diaries that had locks on them at the store. I basically re-lived my 1st grade year all over again.
I know I will do things that she will roll her eyes at. I will embarrass her (and sometimes it will not be on purpose.) Now I need to go work on figuring out how to pick locks... it might be a good skill to have one of these days.