
I was 30 when I got my tattoo. It isn't the nicest one, but it is very meaningful to me. I got it after I lost my son, Gabriel. It is a cherub over my heart. I loved it then, I love it now, I will love it forever. But I wonder what some of these young people who get trendy tattoos will think in 40 years or so. Somehow I can't imagine caring for an eighty year old woman with a Tramp Stamp. (no this is not me in that photo)

But, I digress. My children all come home with pen and ink all over themselves. The other day I happened to see both my daughter and my son (the 10yr old one) with faces drawn on their bellies. I guess this is funny when you are that age.....and you make the mouth out of the belly button. Today though, the three year old decided he needed Tribal War Paint.
3 comments:
I am so sorry that you lost your son, Rissy. It must be comforting to have him close to your heart.
I've taken care of 80+ year old ladies with tatoos just above or near their vagina. I didn't know girls were that wild 60 years ago. You just never know what you'll find on a patient's body.(I've added your site to my blogroll)
My love asked me if i'd ever get a tat...lol i was like "why would i want to do that to myself" lol
Jacques
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