Oh yes, I went for it! I now sport a delicate rose gold flower with a shimmering opal at its center, right in my left nostril. I’m not a college student or even a grad school hopeful, and I definitely wasn’t tipsy when I made this decision. I’m over 30, a mother of three kids under the age of 7, and that nose piercing makes me feel fabulous.
This has been on my wish list for ages. I remember a girl from my college dorm—the one who always seemed effortlessly cool and didn’t care what anyone thought—she had a tiny diamond in her nostril when nose piercings were mainly reserved for punks and rebels. She was neither.
I envied that piercing. I adored it. I wanted it so badly, but I never felt daring enough to go through with it. Plus, I was certain my grandfather would disapprove, so I opted for an eyebrow piercing instead. He did shake his head sadly, and I eventually took that out, leaving me with a jagged scar on my brow—a reminder of my brief flirtation with rebellion.
Years passed, I became a parent, and embraced attachment parenting. Suddenly, I was that mom, nursing in public and wearing my baby like a badge of honor. I even became a certified babywearing educator—yes, that’s a real thing. I cloth-diapered—even on vacations! And when my son turned 5, we decided to homeschool instead of sending him to kindergarten. While I may not have been a wild child in college, as a mother, I stopped worrying about what others thought, except for my kids, my husband, and God. And let’s face it—God doesn’t care about nose piercings.
One afternoon during a playdate, I shared my desire for a nose stud with a couple of other moms. To my surprise, one friend admitted she wanted one too, and soon, we had a piercing date planned. I didn’t mention it to my husband because, frankly, it’s my nose. Sure, I wondered how he’d feel about it, considering his penchant for cardigans and Oxford shirts.
We all knew that nose piercings represent a mother’s version of teenage rebellion. Sometimes, we crave a little something for ourselves—a way to feel cool again and recapture our youth. It’s like painting your hair rainbow colors but less daunting and less likely to ruin your life. Piercings allow us to relive our youthful days without going too far. So, we left the kids with their dads and said we were “going out for lunch.”
We gathered at the piercing studio I’d used for my eyebrow years ago. It’s the best in town. As moms, we’ve earned the right to choose a reputable place to get pierced. No more dodgy dorm room piercings—we went to a guy named Chance, who had earlobes stretched like saucers and a wealth of experience. We picked real jewelry, not cheap plastic, and the staff treated us like royalty because let’s face it, moms getting pierced are their bread and butter.
I wish I could say it was painful, but honestly, it felt no worse than a flu shot. Chance, looking handsome despite his tattoos and piercings, told me to count to three and take a deep breath. And just like that, I had the nostril piercing I’d always wanted.
My kids were on board with it, and my husband eventually warmed up to it (he didn’t even notice at first). My parents and in-laws have yet to acknowledge it. They follow the unspoken rule: if you don’t mention it, it doesn’t exist. Fortunately, my grandfather is now too blind to see it—one of the perks of being 95!
I know some may see me as trying too hard to be edgy while juggling three kids, but I don’t care because my tiny gold flower is stunning. It’s something I’ve always wanted, and now it’s a part of me. I like to think it sends a message: “Hey, I have opinions, and I’m not afraid to express them.” Sure, I might be a bit impulsive and trying to recapture my youth, but let’s not dwell on that. Because honestly, nose piercings are just plain awesome.
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Summary
In this light-hearted reflection, Clara Jennings shares her journey towards getting the nose piercing she’s always desired, illustrating it as a form of maternal rebellion and self-expression. After years of feeling unadventurous, she finally took the plunge with a group of fellow moms, embracing the piercing as a symbol of her individuality. Despite concerns about others’ opinions, Clara finds joy and empowerment in her decision, proving that self-care and personal expression are vital parts of motherhood.