Mom, You’re Too Old For A Tattoo!
Most people don’t know that I had a tattoo at all, but I do. I have a little tiny sunflower on my right ankle. The sunflower is supposed to have a peace sign in the middle of it, but it never really looked like a peace sign. The middle just looks like a big black blob. . I got this tattoo when I split up from my first husband. Maybe it was my little way of rebelling, heck I don’t know. All I do know is that I heard my mothers voice the entire time that I was getting the tattoo..well I actually didn’t hear my mothers voice but I was hearing it in my head.
For several months after I got this teeny tiny tattoo, I tried to hide it from my mother. Yes, I know I was over 30 years old at the time and shouldn’t have given a care what she thought..but she had drilled into my thoughts with her tattoo hatred and I didn’t want to disappoint her yet again. I made sure that I always wore socks to cover the tattoo on my ankle, but at one point I slipped and she noticed it. Much to my surprise she really didn’t make a big deal out of it. She just sighed and shook her head (like she did with so many other things that I put her through, ha).
When I got this tattoo, all of my friends said that this was just going to make me want more and more of them. It didn’t. I lived with this one tiny little tattoo on my ankle for all of these years with no desire to get another one.
I broke my ankle a few years back and the doctor told me that they were going to have to cut through my tattoo when they did surgery to put the plate and screws in. Much to my surprise, when I woke up from the surgery they had actually cut around my teeny tiny tattoo and it was fine. Still, I never desired to get another.
Until now..
My step daughter Kristi posted one of those silly little things on Facebook that dared me to get a matching tattoo with her. Normally I would just ignore these things, but I’ve been trying to push myself out of my comfort zone a little bit lately and this tattoo of an itty bitty dinosaur was adorable! I agreed to do it.
I set up an appointment, and for the next several days I could once again hear my dear departed mother saying “you KNOW that will be on your body for the rest of your life. Imagine what you will look like when you’re 90 years old with that dinosaur on you”! Well, I guess I’ll look like an old lady with an itty bitty dinosaur on me!
After we got the matching tattoos, I posted a picture of them on Facebook. Several people thought that they weren’t real, maybe because they were super simple..or maybe because they thought I would be crazy to actually get a little dinosaur tattoo at almost age 54!
I’ve named my tattoo Danny. Here are the reasons for the name:
- One of my favorite children’s books is Danny and the Dinosaur.
- My friend asked me if this is my Imagine Dragon tattoo (I love that band). Lead singer of Imagine Dragons is Dan Reynolds..Danny.
- My mother always told me that I would have been named Danny if I was a boy.
- Danny Dinosaur just sounds cute. Ha!
Will I ever get another tattoo? Well, if I stick to my pattern of getting one tattoo every 21 years, I will get another one at age 75. Any recommendations? 😊
