Tonight after dance class, my daughter casually mentioned an earring back was stuck in her ear.
When I at last convinced her to let me take a look, it was confirmed a little clear plastic earring back was indeed buried all the way inside her earring hole.
I sterilized my best real sapphire earrings, and grabbed some Bactine and an ice pack. My mom instincts would guide us through this, I thought.
It was a mantra I continued to chant as I sat icing her ear with her head on my lap. When the moment of truth came and my daughter's ear was fairly numb, I pushed gently on the ear hole and she screeched.
"Let me try!" she said, running into the hall bathroom.
After a couple of minutes, I heard a high-pitched scream. As I prepared to get up and check on her, she emerged from the bathroom, victorious. "I got it! I pushed it right out the front!" she said, holding the clear soft earring back.
Together, we put my nicest sapphire earrings in her ears.
You know what's even better than mom instincts guiding us through? When our children's own instincts take over and our mom instincts can sit back and smile with pride.
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