Tattoos. My Uncle Mike was in the Marine Corps. He has a dragon tattoo on his arm. For many Marines, getting a tattoo was a rite of passage. They commonly got their forearms inscribed to remember fallen comrades, combat tours, or loved ones, and often ask for exotic designs that incorporate the Marine motto, Semper Fi, or “Always Faithful.” I understand this. What better way to permanently remember something than with a tattoo? The Marines, however, now ban “body art.” Their reason? It can make it harder to find a civilian job. Ban or no ban, Marine Corps says tattoo to me. Sweet sixteen, turning 21, getting married, having a baby, getting a divorce, or retiring do not say tattoo to me.
I don’t have a tattoo. My ears are pierced – one piercing in each ear. I do wonder if I’m missing out. However, I can’t think of one thing I would want to have inked on me forever or until I pay for its very pricey removal. When I was eighteen, I took the est training. While this training was significant in my life, I would not be happy walking around today with the slogan “Got it’ or “Be, Do, Have” tattooed on my body. I have been very involved in Cole’s Waldorf Education, but would not want to have a picture of a gnome tattooed above my breast, or a flower crown around my ankle. I thought Cole would play soccer forever. He didn’t. Thank God I did not have “soccer mom” tattooed on my shoulder! Oh yeah, and what if I had tattooed Joe’s name on my lower backside, as he once suggested? A fallen comrade is one thing, but a fallen spouse? Not good.
The other day we were talking about tattoos. It’s a popular subject these days. One mom wondered how old her daughter should be before she got her first tattoo. Her first tattoo?! I was puzzled. Cole will be old enough for a tattoo, should he chose to have one, when he no longer needs my permission. I will, however, indulge him in appearance changes that are not permanent, with the exception of piercings. No piercings. Well … maybe an ear, if he is so inclined. I really hate not knowing what to do with the single earrings I always seem to collect.
I have family members and friends with tattoos. They love them and I wonder why – in a polite sort of way. I mean, for the cost of a tattoo, you could buy a cool piece of removable jewelry, a trendy new handbag, or Lady Gaga shoes. You could do something wild and crazy with your hair or try a Brazilian bikini wax.
What if every member of a family had to have the same tattoo? That’s a scary thought. It is fun to ask another person to suggest the perfect tattoo for you. Cole suggested a little bottle of coke for me. I love coke, and I’m loyal to the last drop. I don’t, however, see myself with a little bottle of coke tattoo. My friends, daughter invited her to get a mother/daughter tattoo. This is kind of sweet. “Mom? What kind of tattoos would we get?” “No. I am not tattooing “Champion Trinket” across my heart. Sorry.”
I will never have a tattoo. I don’t drink, so I feel safe in saying never. Really. Never. However, I am curious about what the tattoo allure is. Enlighten me, tattooies! Why do you have a tattoo? How did you choose the tattoo design you chose? Do you love your tattoo? Lets engage in a little tattoo talk!
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