I decided to hit the hay at 10. One kid was at a sleepover, one hanging out with her friends and the other at the mall with her friend Christina completing a list of things to do before summer vacation was over…..smoothies, pedicures….stuff like that.
After a very long day, I snuggled into bed and put the tv on. As I started to settle in, the door opened slowly and a hesitant child stood on the other side and whispered:
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Um……I wanted to tell you when dad wasn’t around,” she says with a shaky smile, “I did something today.”
“I got something pierced”
“Oh Lord, what? Where?”, as I lean over to turn on the lamp.

Now. Granted she’s 20. So I appreciate the fact that she still feels scared about telling me stuff like this. I couldn’t help but think: ‘So you went out for smoothies, a pedicure and to impale yourself. Yep, that’s a great day. Nothing like having metal shoved into your abdominal cavity to cap off an otherwise uneventful summer. Yup.
“Christina got one too. She didn’t want me to tell you while she was here today incase you started yelling or wanted to call her mom or something” ((that made me laugh))
“Well, it’s your body. Just make sure to keep it clean. You don’t want to get an infection and have it fester into your abdominal wall causing you to like die or something”
“Are you mad?”
“No. I’m not mad. But call Christina and tell her I’m calling her mom. Just for laughs!”
((I didn’t))
* If anyone out there has any tips on this piercing, I’d love to hear it. I’d also love to hear what happens later in life when she’s pregnant….are there risks having a belly button piercing? Please tell me your stories, I’d love to hear them!