I’m posting this so Lane can show her daughter.
Emily had her belly button pierced, without telling me, when she was about fifteen. I found out about a week later (as mothers do). I didn’t say anything to her because I wanted to teach her a lesson. She had an infection – a bad, bad infection.
Emily became ill, had a temperature and wanted to stay in bed. I made her get up and go to school (as mothers do who are not supposed to know that their daughter has a belly button infection). She went to the doctors and got antibiotics – I know because I saw them. I also smelt the antiseptic stuff in the bathroom, so I knew she was treating it.
I threw tales of septicaemia from tattoos and piercings into the conversation a couple of times. She gave me strange looks, but I just pretended to be a daft mother.
I never did tell Emily that I knew, until we were both out having a lunchtime drink two years later. Amy (who I work with) was there too. She had just had her belly button pierced.
I said to Amy, “ooooh – that’s nice …. Emily show Amy yours ……”
Emily’s jaw hit the table. “How did you know I’d got my belly button pierced ……..?”
I confessed. Emily said I was a bad, bad mother.
So – Lane’s daughter. If you are going to have it done, … and I know nothing will stop you if you’re determined … PLEASE PLEASE DON’T DO IT BEHIND YOUR MUM’S BACK AND PLEASE, PLEASE DON’T GO TO A DODGY TATTOO SHOP TO GET IT DONE!!