First Earrings
What does it say
that I came into a set of wheels before my ears were pierced? Well,
for one thing, my parents were very conservative. As for the car,
attending the only college which offered my chosen major meant
certain sacrifices – starting with distance from home and the swift
realization that local bus service sucked. Enter one small, cheap,
used car into my life shortly after I arrived at the dorms.
But earrings? Not
so fast. No metal was allowed to pierce the flesh of my parents’
child. Well, at least not for years. By then, I was paying my own
way through school and felt liberated. Liberated enough to dump the
screw-backed earrings I’d always loathed because they either fell
off or hurt my ears if I tightened them enough to stay on.
The alternative was
pierced ears. Ooh, dangerous thought – metal entering my flesh,
exactly what always sent my parents into loud agonies of
squeamishness. On the other hand, they couldn’t stop me and I
could have so much more fun shopping for pierced earrings than
screwback or clip-ons. Ah, the retail therapy possibilities! Oh,
the stretch on my tiny college budget! Oh, the pure joy of hunting
jewelers’ booth for the right pair of earrings… And show off my
independence.
But I digress. My
mind was made up. As soon as I had the money, I’d get my ears
pierced.
That’s when
trouble hit. I got my year-end bonus in mid-December – just before
leaving to spend Christmas vacation with my family. The local
department store had a fabulous sale on hoop earrings, including a
stainless steel pair which would be perfect for starting out. The
nurses where I worked were amazed my ears weren’t pierced and had
promised to help.
The money burned in
my pocket. I took a deep breath and splurged.
It was a quiet
afternoon at the nursing home. Soon a half dozen nurses gathered
around to approve my choice of earrings. They decided the head nurse
would pierce my ears, after her second-in-command – an artist –
selected the exact spot on my earlobe. Coffee and cookies were
passed around while my earlobes were thoroughly disinfected with
alcohol wipes. (To hospital standards, thank you very much!) We
chatted and chuckled while the ladies told stories about how their
ears and their daughters’ ears were pierced.
Then I got on the
plane to visit my folks.
My mother was
horrified when she saw me. She launched into a tirade about how I’d
risked my health by assaulting my ears in that dirty fashion. I
countered by recounting who, where and how my ears were pierced. My
explanation silenced her, at least around me. Privately, I kept
reminding myself of all the great earrings I could buy for myself.
It was an edgy visit
at first. My parents kept looking at me sideways and asking if my
ears hurt. (No, they didn’t, much to my parents’ continued
surprise.) My folks gradually calmed down and started talking to me
about new and unusual topics, like politics.
We even wound up
shopping together – for earrings. Yup, you heard me right. Mother
and I both like pretty baubles but she prefers bracelets. We were
killing time in a jeweler’s store and she came over to see what I
was looking at. She too started ooh’ing and ah’ing over pierced
earrings and I thought, “Gotcha!”
When she fell in
love with a pair of earrings, I bought it. I still wear that first
pair of black and gold earrings, in honor of woman power and
togetherness.
What was your first
pair of earrings like? Do you have a piece of jewelry that makes you
feel alive and warm?
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