One of my mom’s favorite sayings is, “I hope you have five girls, just like you.” I can’t really blame her. I wasn’t an awful teenager, but I was far from perfect.
Like the one time, when I was 19, and I decided to get my belly button pierced specifically knowing my mother was not going to be happy about it.
A friend from work was having a Tattoo Party (basically a Mary Kay party, but you get tatted while there). I had no intention of actually getting a tattoo, but I did want to get my belly button pierced, and the guy doing the tattooing also did piercing. (I realize now how absolutely ridiculous this all sounds, and would probably kill my own daughter if she did it the way I did).
Once it was done, I figured I would have no trouble keeping it a secret. All I had to do was make sure my stomach was covered at all times. (Looking back now, not sure why I really even wanted one…it wasn’t like I walked around in crop tops). I did a pretty decent job of keeping it hidden, eight whole months. Then one day I made mistake.
One day I chose to wear a turtleneck that was a bit too tight. My mom noticed and ‘gently’ ripped up my shirt to reveal my belly jewelry. Needless to say, she was not very happy, which was made evident by her famous line, “What until your father gets home.” Now I was terrified, if I upset my dad, then I was in real trouble.
I paced the floor waiting for my dad’s truck to pull into the driveway. When I heard it, I hid in my room waiting for the angry voice of my dad calling me down. Instead, he calmly called me into the dining room, and simply said, “Next time you want to do something that bad, can you at least talk to me first, so that I could possibly prep your mother?”
Needless to say, we were all a bit surprised that day.