Never say Never

I never wanted a tattoo, said I'd never get one, the thought of having someone inject ink into my skin with needles never appealed to me. Then my hubby started me thinking. "Well if you ever did get one, what would you want?" So long story short, we visited my son, the very excellent tattoo artist, and lo and behold I am now officially marked. I've had many comments, some even from strangers. They are all positive, telling me how beautiful it is, how bright the colors are. Many think it is a stick on because the colors are so bright. But one of the most unusual to me is "Why did you get it there?" (It's on my right forearm down by my wrist.) Well, it's obvious to me - if I'm going to have a tattoo, I want to look at it. Seems many of the marked get them in places that they can never see them, and places where they can be hidden. Well, what's the point of that?

All the other tattoo artists in the shop came in to tell their "When I tattooed my mom" stories. I didn't know it was a right of passage for the artist to tattoo their mom, or maybe I wouldn't have waited so long. Everyone asks if it hurt. No, it didn't. It felt more like an annoyance, like little mild electrical shocks.

I love it. It makes me smile everytime I look at it. Thank you Ryan.