In an earlier blog I had written about my daughter Abby. We have a great relationship and she is a pretty good girl. Being 16 can pose some attitude problems for some teenagers, but honestly, I haven't had many troubles. Perhaps that is because she used to give me fits when she was younger.
When abby was about 2 or 3 we thought she had swallowed some money. Being the dutiful mother, i whisked her away to the ER to get an x-ray. Sitting in the room, waiting her turn, Abby gave the appearance of a sweet little blonde headed angel. I could have sworn I overheard the nurses plotting my death so they could take her home because she was so adorable. All that would change the minute the x-ray tech took her in the room to get a picture of her stomach. I'm pretty sure my little angel not only woke the dead in the morgue with her screaming, but she gave the nurse trying to hold her down a nervous breakdown. It took 4 nurses and me trying to hold her down just for a simple x-ray. After about ten minutes of this game they decided that if she had swallowed any money, she was no worse for the wear and could go home. As soon as the nurse told us we could go home, Abby tucked her horns back into her head, put on her halo and gave the nurse a huge smile.
Fast forward ten years...... Abby was about 12 or 13 and had wanted to get her ears pierced for a third time. My answer was a definitive No. Assuming my precious angel would abide by my wishes, I didn't give it another thought. Any smart mother would know to never assume a NO answer would deter a teenager. However, I have never been accused of being mentally sound. As it turned out, one particular sunday morning my mother sense kicked in. Mother sense is a lot like spider man sense. When this kicks in, we not only have eyes in the back of our head, we can climb walls when needed. It is a scientific fact. Across the room, I noticed something shiny on my daughters ear. In a flash, I was at her side and pulled her hair away to get a better glimpse. I do believe my blood instantly boiled because in her ear was a third hole! Now, most mothers would have waited until after church to beat their child. I on the other hand believe it is unfair to torment the child with fear and trepidation of what is to come. So, I beat her there on the spot. No, no, no....... Actually, I didn't beat her. I did something worse. I whispered in her ear that if she didn't get up from her seat and go take that ear ring out of her ear I would rip it out right then and there. Thankfully she didn't test my resolve and immediately got up and did what I had requested. Other than a few well done eye rolls, she didn't appear to be too upset. Until recently, Abby hasn't challenged me in that area. Last weekend she texted me while she was at the mall to ask if she could get the tip of her ear done. I reluctantly said yes and as it turned out she came home without it done. There really could be worse things she could ask me to do, or not ask me and do them anyway. I pray that Abby will always know that she can come to me with any request or problem and it will be received with honesty and love. So far, so good.