Oh yes, I went for it. Picture a delicate rose gold flower with a sparkling opal at its center, perfectly placed in the middle of my left nostril. I’m not a college student or even a grad student; I’m well past 30, juggling three kids all under the age of 7. Yet, this nose piercing radiates a sense of fabulousness that I can’t quite describe.
It’s something I’ve always coveted. Back in my college days, there was this girl in my dorm—every campus has one—the adventurous type who doesn’t care what anyone thinks. She sported a tiny diamond in her right nostril at a time when nose piercings were seen as rebellious. I admired her boldness and secretly wished for the same edgy look. But being the less daring one, I opted for an eyebrow piercing instead, knowing my grandfather would disapprove. Spoiler alert: he did. The eyebrow piercing is long gone, but a jagged scar remains—a constant reminder of my brief attempt at rebellion.
As the years rolled by and I embraced motherhood, I immersed myself in attachment parenting, which, let’s be honest, made me feel like a bohemian outcast at times. I took it in stride, though, evolving from a babywearer to a certified babywearing educator. I even cloth diapered, yes, even while traveling. And when my son turned five, we decided to homeschool. While I may not have been a rebel in college, as a mom, I found my voice, caring only about the opinions of my children, my husband, and, well, God. And let’s face it—God doesn’t judge nose piercings.
During a playdate one afternoon, I shared my longing for a nose stud with a few fellow moms. To my surprise, they expressed their own desires for piercings too. Suddenly, we had a plan—this was actually happening. I kept it under wraps from my husband, knowing it was my nose to adorn as I pleased, though I suspected he might not be thrilled, given his penchant for cardigans.
We all understood the unspoken truth: nose piercings are like a rebellious rite of passage for moms. It’s a bold move to reclaim a piece of our youth without going overboard. Think of it as an easier alternative to vibrant hair dyes that can be a hassle to maintain. So, we left the kids with their dads and headed out for a “lunch date.”
We gathered at the same piercing studio I’d visited years ago for my eyebrow piercing. It’s the best in the area, and as moms, we now have the luxury of making choices based on quality. No more DIY piercings with a friend in a dorm room. We went to see Chance, a tattooed pro with a knack for piercing who made the experience feel almost regal. The staff treated us like queens for daring to get our noses pierced—after all, we were their bread and butter.
I can’t say it hurt much. It felt no worse than a flu shot. Chance had me count to three and take a deep breath, and just like that, I had the nostril piercing I’d always envisioned. My kids embraced the change, and my husband eventually came around (he didn’t even notice at first!). My parents and in-laws? They’re still silent on the matter, operating under the “if you don’t mention it, it’s not there” rule. Lucky for me, my grandfather is now too blind to see it—one of the perks of being 95!
I know some may think I’m trying too hard to be edgy while managing three little ones, but honestly? I don’t care. That tiny gold flower is stunning, and I’ve longed for it for years. It feels like a statement: I have opinions, and I’m not afraid to express them. Sure, I might be a bit impulsive, trying to grasp at my youth, but let’s not dwell on that. The truth is, nose piercings look incredible.
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In summary, I finally took the plunge and got the nose piercing I’ve always wanted. It’s a small act that has brought me immense joy, reminding me to embrace my individuality even while navigating the chaos of motherhood.