Once I had kids, I became even more adamant about "body art." The rule for my kids was that as long as they lived under my roof they would not get a tattoo. Even today, my Baby Girl's college tuition carries a "no ink" clause that removes my financial obligation should she get a tattoo. That hasn't stopped her from asking, cajoling, harassing and even, on occasion, begging me for an exception.
|My son's "sneaky" tattoo that he hid for over a year|
On a trip to 6th street in Austin she even found one she really liked and was deadset about getting it done right there and then. I told her I needed more to drink before I could watch her go under the needle and then distracted her with drinking and dancing until we were asleep on our feet (these days that happens about 9:30 PM) and she decided to pass on it until another time. These incidents, probably combined with the fact that I now own a Harley and definitely combined with a permanent case of middle-age crazy, got me thinking about tattoos…and not just in a negative way.
While I still see a lot of tattoos that I think are a waste of ink and and quite a few that makes me wonder about the sanity of the person wearing them I have finally begun to change my mind. In fact, I have come to the conclusion that a well done tattoo, in a place that can be concealed when appropriate, isn't too bad. On a personal level, I believe that all tattoos should cary some significant meaning. I still haven't reconciled myself to tattoos as simple body art.
With that thought in mind about a year or so ago I decided that I was going to get a tattoo.
This may sound silly and sappy but I love Wonderful Wife more than anyone could ever possibly understand. She has made my life…well…wonderful. She puts up with my craziness and even returns my surly, gruff attempts at being a good husband/person with more love and grace than anyone deserves. She is a saint (with a little set of horns, wink, wink, nudge, nudge, eh?). Well, if tattoos should carry some significant meaning what could be more significant than our love? What would be more deserving of being permanently embedded in my skin?
I mean other than the Apple logo?
|My first tattoo|
It is small and not really what I wanted but it is done and I am extermely glad I did it.
I learned a few things from my first tattoo.
One, if you want something like a tattoo, that is permanent, never let someone talk you out of what you really want. Find someone who is capable of making your idea reality. I had intended to have a wedding band with a inscription tattooed on my ring finger but let the artist talk me into just Wonderful Wife's name in the same place.
Second, even if the design is not exactly what you wanted, a tattoo can still have a great deal of meaning. While I am disappointed in the actual execution but to have a symbol of our love permanently inked into my finger means a great deal to me. More than anyone could ever know. More than I had thought.
I think I understand a lot more about tattoos now than I ever have…and a little more about life as well.
Hang in there