When I was 25, I got pregnant, got engaged, had a miscarriage, and then, even though I knew it was a mistake, got married.
I had always said I wasn’t going to take my husband’s last name if I ever got married, but for some reason I changed my mind.
My marriage lasted approximately 17 minutes.
Once the divorce was finalized, I went back to my maiden name.
Being young and impulsive and stupid, I decided it would be a good idea to get a tattoo of my initials.
On my left boob.
I basically monogrammed myself.
At the time, 20 years ago, it was a cute little tattoo. It was probably 3/4″ from top to bottom.
Now, at 45, after lots of kids and lots of breastfeeding and just lots of, well, gravity, it’s not so little or so cute.
It’s probably doubled in length at this point.
The other day I was teaching a swim lesson to a four-year-old. The top of my stretched out tattoo was peeking out from my suit.
The four-year-old pointed at it and said,”Why is that there?”
“Because I wasn’t thinking very clearly at the time,” I told him.
To which he replied, “You should have just gotten a sticker.”
I didn’t really know what to say other than, “I really wish you had been around 20 years ago.”
And if you are a young twenty-four-year-old contemplating a tattoo, remember these three words: location, location, location.
Ha!! Hilarious and true.
Brilliant! Out of the mouths of babes…
I went to get a tattoo and wanted it on my belly. The (very wise) tattoo artist looked at me and said…”don’t get it there. One kid and it won’t look good. Trust me” ……
Thankfully I listened. Its on my hip….two kids later it still looks exactly the same.
I got a tattoo 6 years ago when I was 20, and the idea was cute, the placement was fine, the issue: I let a friend of mine use me as practice, and it was free.. Seemed like a great idea at the time. Now, however, it is one of my absolute biggest regrets. It is awful and looks as though it was done by a 4 year old. I have yet to get it covered because, well, tattoos are expensive. That is why they are nice, because they cost a lot.. Remember that kids.. You get what you PAY FOR. Oy…
I wouldn’t call it a regret… maybe because I can’t see my tattoo. It was a good idea when I turned 18. As a mom, I dread the day my son grows up and asks why mommy has a tramp stamp… I hope when that day comes, they will have come up with a new, classier name for it…
Never a regret, always a lesson… i guess…
LOL! This made my day so much better. So glad I stumbled onto your blog. I’m a new subscriber for sure!
I LOVE when I get schooled by my toddler. Like when I am trying to use the bathroom by myself for the first time in 3 weeks, and she busts in and says, “It smells in here.” Good times.
I LOVE when I get schooled by my toddler. Like when I am trying to use the bathroom by myself for the first time in 3 weeks, and she busts in and says, “It smells in here.” Good times.