When we were in the depths of our financial hell, I promised myself I could get a tattoo as soon as we were out of it.
I knew exactly what I wanted.
And today was the day.
I told the kids about it last night.
Number 4 and Number 7 immediately started crying.
NOOOOOOOOO MOMMMMMMMM! YOU’RE GOING TO LOOK WEEEEEEIIIIRRRRDDDDDDD! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
I already had three other tattoos, so I didn’t really know what all the drama was for.
Number 3 ‘s response?
Mom! What would you say if I said I was going to get a tattoo? What if I told you I was going to get a tattoo on… my nuts???
I told him if he decided on that location, I’d recommend he bring some painkillers along with him.
So, my family wasn’t exactly supportive.
But it didn’t matter. I still couldn’t wait.
And today I got part one of my tattoo.
There is more I want to add to it eventually, but the important part is there.
Just as a reminder when I need it most.
To remember where I’ve been, to remember where I am, and to remember what I’m capable of
Because I know I’m gonna keep falling.
But I’m never gonna stop getting back up.