Back in May David and I took a trip to Portland. I have friends and family up there that I’ve been meaning to visit for years and I was finally able to schedule a trip. We got to see Sarahndipitea and MamaGonzo, as well as Sara D. and my cousin Heather. It was a blast and a half, for sure!
Jack did not come with us (he was in Wisconsin acting as ring bearer for a wedding) but he was there in spirit. David, Sarah, MamaGonzo, Sara and I went to the tattoo/piercing shop to get various body adornments and this is what I got:
This was my first (maybe only?) tattoo. Holy crap, did that sucker hurt! Word to the wise – stay away from tendons. Also, make sure someone is available to take you out to get a few mojitos afterward. They work wonders!
I had always wanted a tattoo but for years couldn’t decide what I wanted to get. If it was going to be on me permanently, I wanted it to mean something. I was also terrified that the artist would screw up because I’m a giant perfectionist. (Of course, it’s BODY art, so there is no perfection, I later learned.) I don’t recall when the idea to get jacks on my wrist popped into my head but it was some time after Jack was born. I discovered a few years ago that I love many things retro, so I put kid+retro together and that’s what I came up – something that was totally my style and meant a whole hell of a lot to me. I totally love it.
Jack doesn’t know what to think about it. He likes to look at it and touch it but often tells me he doesn’t want a tattoo. That’s fine with me. I just like the fact that wherever I go, I will always have a visual reminder of my boy with me.
What about you? Do you have a tattoo (or a few)? What meaning does it hold for you?