Met my youngest in San Antonio a couple of weekend ago. The week leading up to our "girls weekend," A kept calling. The first call though, came from my eldest daughter S:
"Mom, A wanted me to call you and tell you something."
"What!? Don't tell me she can't come, the flight is paid for, the hotel is paid for..."
"No, it's not that. It's something else."
"Just tell me."
"She got two piercings. One on her nose, another is a 'Marilyn Monroe' piercing."
"No more tattoos?"
Okay, I can live with that. In my past experience with kids and piercings is that they don't last long. Said child usually gets bored and the piercing goes away.
"Mom, hi. I need to tell you something."
"I know about the piercings."
"Oh, uh, are you mad."
"No, you are an adult. I don't understand why you have the need to mutilate yourself, but it's your body."
"Well, there's something else I need to tell you."
"Oh God. What is it?"
"Well, I wanted to get some highlights in my hair and we sort of had an accident." (My daughter is in beauty school - the trip to San Antonio was to a 'hair show.')
"It's pink. Hot pink. Not all of it, and I think we might be able to put some low lights in it to tone it down, but it's pink."
"Did you want it to be pink?"
"I wanted pink highlights, but it sort of went all over."
"Well, did you get any new tattoos?"
"No, just pink hair...and the piercings. I think I look pretty hot."
"What are you, a cartoon character?"
Despite the calls, the confessions before she saw mom so mom would not freak out, we had a great, fun weekend. I sort of like the pink hair. The piercings not so much. But she's still my daughter -- pink hair, accessories and all.
I think might dye my hair blue before she comes to Florida this Christmas...