We were going to wait until next weekend, but it filled with plans. So this morning when she woke up in a good mood, we surprised her with the news. Afterward, everything she did seemed to radiate pride and Christmas Day excitement: getting into the car, putting on clothes, and even opening the doors at the mall. Here are her before shots--beaming with pride.
When we got to Claires, she excitedly talked to the clerk about how she'd gotten her ears pierced before, but they got infected. Before the procedure began the stylist asked, "and you're her mom, right?" Rose and I said "Yes" in unison--smiling at eachother.
Then later, when asked more about the first piercing attempt. Rose explained that it got infected because the back fell off and "her mom" bit the end of an eraser off a pencil and used that as a back. I cringed wanting to clarify that was her birth mom, not me, her adoptive mom, but I let it go since the clerk hadn't reacted.
Yet, as we paid, the clerk said quite sternly to NOT use a pencil eraser as a back if we lose the real one. So she had been listening. Thankfully, Rose had left out the part about the eraser staying on until the real back was found when birth mom tightened the back so tight, Rose's ear swelled up and auntie had to pry it off with a pliers. Or that her 4-year-old cousin pierced her Aunt's ears and was really good at it.
I realize these are sad stories, but of course, I worry how long it's gonna take for one of Rose's stories to wind up with someone calling protective services. I don't really care though and think I will happily let people judge me if it saves Rose the embarrassment of saying she's adopted to strangers. Some day I do believe she'll realize these stories aren't the fond memories she's made them into. Which will be hard enough.
Plus, the day was a huge success, and Rose went to bed with joy filling her face. Here are her after photos. She chose her birth stone--December.
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