It slipped let me push it back in she says
And for a moment I think that she is going to reach down and do it right there in the booth.
Ahhh can we wait until we are outside?
Why… are you afraid that you are going to cry like a baby inside the restaurant?
This is a question I don’t feel the need to reply to since we both know the answer. Once outside she takes my ear pulls down on the lobe and without pause or panic proceeds to firmly push the metal through the tiny hole until it can’t go anymore. All I can think is. this is the ear that isn’t sensitive. All I can say is… scream is Argggggggggggggggggh!!!!
Quit whining you’re fine, you’re fine.
She starts in on the other ear (the sensitive one) with just as much kindness. This time I’m able to speak somewhat normally. At least this hurts less than the biopsy of my cervix.
I’m not sure if she heard me.
But what she said next struck me. You wanted this, you’ll just have to suffer through, we suffer for the things that we want.
And I know she said it light heartedly but it’s true. The change that I have created in my life has been a painful process but well worth it. My mind, my body, my limitations, my beliefs have all stretched a bit and it has been uncomfortable but well worth it.
There you’re done she says after a few seconds.
I turn around and hug her with a weak thank you and an even frailer but honest I love you.
She laughs as she walks to her car. “See you’re fine…Don’t be such a pussy or I won’t do your tattoos.”
She is friend and sister. She’ll tell me congratulations just as easily as she’ll tell me that I’m screwing up. She’ll let me cry and bitch and moan for a bit before she asks me what I’m gonna do about it and then check up to make sure that I am doing something about it.
She believes in being her sister’s keeper… she is creative and compassionate (when she’s not gauging your ear). And she has been by my side. During this last year and these last six months for the best of it and the worst of it. Telling me that I am fine though all the stretching and the pussying out and encouraging me to move forward, move fearlessly, move beyond.
And I love her for it.
from the bottom of my heart to the holes in my ears... thank you.