Now that I work most Saturdays, my mum has happily assumed her weekly grandmotherly role of seeing to their lunch and taking them on errand runs.
She checked with me if it was alright to take #4 to get her ears pierced as it had closed a few years ago and they were discussing it recently.
Apparently, the older girls were having an intimate chat with grandma about the distribution of heirlooms.
After I gave my mum the go ahead, she casually asked if it was ok to let Kate pierce her ears if she wanted the same as her sister, as Kate usually tags along where the action is.
That hasn’t crossed my mind as the rest of the girls had theirs done in primary school when they were more aware and asked for it themselves.
I was hesitant but my mum pressed on. “You had your ears pierced when you were 4 and Kate is almost 4, so I don’t see a problem.”
It was one of those conversations where there wasn’t a definite conclusion, but I remember telling my mum that in the event that Kate really wanted her ears pierced, they had to let her know what it entailed.
I went off to work and didn’t think much about it.
Mid afternoon, I received a text from #2.
Mum! Kate had her ears pierced!!
|shiny like a princess|
I had the story related to me when I stepped into the house.
Apparently, when they reached the shop, my mum asked Kate if she wanted to have earrings, and being in the phase of wanting to be adorned with sparkly ornaments like a princess, she said yes!!
I would have thought my mum would let the older sibling go first, but obviously, she had an agenda.
Once Kate agreed, she plonked her on the hot seat.
#4 started getting worried and asked her por por, “Are you sure we should be doing this? We need to ask mummy first.”
To which my mum confidently answered, “Your mummy has already agreed.”
Punch. Kate cried. Like really, really, loudly. That grandpa had to walk away as his poor heart couldn’t take her heart wrenching sobs.
And up till that point when I reached home, she did not want anyone to touch any part of her face. Or shoulders. Or even her hair, for fear of it getting entangled with her earrings.
Perfect. Just as I had expected.
After the girls were done relating the whole story, my mum calmly reminded me that I had to clean her ear lobes properly with the antiseptic lotion every morning and night, lest it became affected.
That night, she screamed as I tried to wriggle the cotton bud soaked with stinging antiseptic lotion on her earlobes.
The next morning, she tried in vain to ward me off as I brandished the bottle and cotton bud.
As you can imagine, it became a daily nightmare. Both for her and for me. I really didn’t need this.
On the 4th night, Kate was playing with #3 after dinner and when I told her to get ready to shower and prepare for bedtime, she asked if she could shower and sleep with #3.
I was about to say no, but had a much better idea!
I allowed it, and told #3 to clean her earlobes after she showered.
“Sure mum, I will.”
I braced myself to hear her cries.
Lo and behold, there was none!
The next night, when I brandished the cotton wool, Kate started crying and screaming. I couldn’t make out what she was trying to tell me.
Finally, when she calmed down enough to speak audibly, I heard her desperately yell, “Just drip. Just DRIP!”
“Just drip? Is that what you said?”
“Yes! I said JUST DRIP!”
I tilted her head and dripped the lotion onto her earrings.
“I told you. Just drip!”
“Who taught you that?”
I should just relinquish some of my duties to my teens.
Friday came around quickly enough and #3 reminded me that they had to return to the shop for a follow-up the next day.
I called my mum to pass on the reminder to take them for their earlobe check up, and for the first time, I was happy to escape to work.
I wonder what surprises will await me week after week…