As her mother, I have taken my stance on the subject...NO.
This is my argument:
I am your mother, not your friend.So, I've done what every self-respecting mother does. I dangled a big carrot in front of her. I told her, "Bring home a 4.0 GPA and I will consider it." Thus far, she's come pretty darn close, but close doesn't punch two holes in your ears in my book.
As your mother I have a job to do with you.
My job is to educate you, instill grace, morals, faith, and values in you.
I am to turn you into a independent human being who is capable of giving back to society.
My job is to give you the tools you need to become employable for whatever career path you choose.
Once you graduate with a degree, if you should still care to pierce, go ahead.
Do it before a degree and the Bank Of Mumma closes its doors. No tuition or living expense help.
I don't have much to complain about. She doesn't drive me too nuts about getting her ears double pierced anymore. But, this day, she decided to put a twist in her argument.
"Mumma, I've been thinking and I want to get a belly button ring."
"Excuse me?" I gasped.
"They're super cute and you can't see them when interviewing for jobs." She gave me her cutest smile in an effort to win me over by melting my heart.
"Why would you want to do that? Do you know what will happen one day when you're pregnant?"
"The piercing will stretch out and your intestines will fall out!" I lied. "Then you can only imagine how awful your stomach will look after you have the baby!"
"Mumma! First off, I'm not going to have a baby... until after I'm married, by the way. So who cares what my stomach looks like afterward!"
"You'll care, believe me... you'll care."
"And besides, the belly button piercing will help me attract a husband."
I think I have some work to do.