Liana has been hounding me for weeks and I keep putting her off. It's not a definite "no," just not now. Weary of her questions, last night I finally said, "Ask your dad." I was sure he would understand my concerns. After all, she's my baby, even if she is almost 7.
Liana was just getting out of the tub, her hair in a little bun, her tiny hands with the shiny pink nail polish gripping the towel wrapped around her. She found Dad busy with his trains under the Christmas tree. I wanted to hear the conversation, so I hid behind the wall.
"Daddy, I need to ask you a question."
He doesn't look up. "Go ahead."
"Okay...um...I'm scared! I'm afraid of what you might say. Guess what it is."
"I don't know, just tell me."
"You'll say no, I know it!"
"Try me. Don't I give you just about anything you want?" (Except a kitten, I'm thinking.)
Liana is bouncing in her excitement. "Well...I can't say it! Mommy said it wasn't a good decision."
"What is it? You can ask me." Dad is so patient with her.
"Maybe Mommy should ask for me."
"No, you can ask me yourself."
"Well..." Deep breath. "Well...well..." Then her words rush out, "CAN I GET MY EARS PIERCED?"
Dad is calm, examining a train. "Okay."
Liana shrieks with delight and runs to look for me, towel whipping around her. "Daddy said yes!" Her big dimpled smile can melt any heart. Then she races back to Dad. "When, Daddy, when?"
Oh, Fred, you were supposed to agree with me. Those Romans are to blame for this. We've been studying ancient Rome and Liana learned the women wore their earrings looped over their whole ear. Awhile back Fred helped her make a few sets, beads on threads hooked on her ears. She's been wearing them ever since. Silly, but she loves them.
I thought 13 was a good age for ear piercing. Is there a spiritual lesson here?