When I was growing up every now and then my mom would let me skip school and we’d have a fun girls day. We always went to lunch and shopping. My mom always said we were making “Mud Pies”…or memories. I always had so much fun and couldn’t wait to do it with my daughter one day. Well, last week we had a good opportunity and my daughter and I set out to make our own “Mud Pies”. My daughter had just turned 7 the day before and she really wanted to get her ears pierced. We really thought about it but finally decided she was old enough and if that’s what she wanted, she could have it as part of her bday gift from us.
Bright and early with her new doll in tow we headed for the mall to get some holes put in her ears! We looked around at all the fun stuff (she’d never been in there before) and it brought back so many middle school memories. I loved this store growing up! We shopped for new earrings and fun goodies and then finally it was time. Time to do what we came in for. Ear piercing time.
I really thought she might change her mind, but she didn’t. She made it through the pain and loved the look of her new ears! We got special earrings for sensitive ears (more $$!) so I’m not sure if that has helped, but she has had no trouble at all. No redness or anything. She loved the look of her ears and was so proud!
After doing some shopping at the mall we headed to her favorite Mexican cuisine and beat the working lunch crowd. We dined on nachos and iced tea. It was wonderful. On our way home we spotted her friends just leaving the playground and going back in for math. We told ourselves how lucky we were to be together and not be in school! She declared it the best day ever and I have to agree. Yes, I let my daughter stay home from school on a random day. Yes, I took a day off from work, but her look was priceless. Her smiles and laughter and holding my hand was enough joy for me to do it. If I could do it again tomorrow, I would…making Mud Pies. We sure did make our own Mud Pies and we already made plans for the next one!!
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