I don’t like them but every once in a while they happen. Earlier this week, one of my Goddaughters, Nicole had a very strange one happen to her and I’m so grateful she wasn’t badly hurt. Actually in the bigger scheme of things, she was ok 🙂
Here’s what happened, some how, no one knows exactly how but her earring got pulled into her ear lobe!! Yes, where the stud/stone usually is, the front portion of the earring, it was pulled back into her ear lobe. So much so her parents thought the stud/stone had broken off because you could still see the back of the earring coming from the back of her ear. It wasn’t until the x-ray revealed this:-
That’s the stud of her earring actually intact and in her ear lobe!! According to her doctor, this isn’t common but it’s happened before Makes me rethink this ear piercing business. I still remember getting my ears pierced and I was only 3 at that time … that’s for a whole other post. Back to Nicole who was as brave as one can be with an earring stuck in your ear lobe, which made me realise how much she’s grown since I first started getting to know her.
That little precocious toddler has given way to a considerate little girl. There are still a couple of days when that spunky toddler appears especially when she feels she’s had made one too many sacrifices for her little sister. Those days are rare, especially with me as she’s growing to be quite the kind and compassionate girl 🙂
As tween-dom beckons, the challenges of this new stage are slowly showing. I’ve started to notice the insecurities, I remember so clearly in my own growing pains, appearing as she starts to navigate the world of friends and people outside your comfort zone. Dealing with people who may or may not like you, trying to understand where people are coming from, developing empathy … these aren’t things that can be taught. You learn them watching the people around you, parents, grandparents, teachers and other children around you. It’s exciting and scary at the same time. As a Godmother, I must admit, I do get nervous watching these little ones enter this new stage of their lives, only because I remember the complex terrain of it.
As they grow, I’ve to remind myself to give them space to find themselves. I’m pretty sure I’ll keep trying to be that cool Godma/Aunt … at least from my perspective :p I’m going to be right there holding their growing hands through this stage as I did when they were little toddlers needing help climbing stairs, going down slides or just walking along.
It’s when they go into teen-dom that I’ll really start to worry 🙂