On the way from school last week my son yelped from the back seat:
“Mom, you got ANOTHER tattoo?!” Sure did.
I am a proud tattooed mom. I got my first tattoo when I was in college, a butterfly on my lower back. My most recent tattoo I got for my 36th birthday a few weeks ago, a small star behind my right earlobe. The question that most have who happen to be on the other side of the tattoo fence is, “Why?!” I reply, “Why not?!” Maybe it’s because I’m a creator at heart; a storyteller that enjoys weaving a beginning, middle, and end together seamlessly.
For me, tattoos are my way of telling my life story without words. I can look at all my tattoos and be transported back to a time in my life where I’m reminded of my experiences; good, bad, happy, or sad.
Tattoos are a form of self expression, just like coloring or cutting your hair; they just happen to be far more permanent. My tattoos were one of the strongest assets as a Social Worker. My clients would see them and then look at me as if to say:
“You’re not supposed to have that, those are only for cool people, not grown ups.”
People often say, when you’re 80 you’re going to wish you didn’t have all those tattoos. Not this girl. I will probably be leaving at tattoo parlor on my 80th birthday proudly showing off my newest addition.
MOMMY COMMUNITY CHAT
Do you regret your tattoos?
Words By: Sid Powell