I promise I will never use the word tat..

So I finally did it. After convincing myself that not all moms need to looks this this:




I decided to throw out the old shoes




and my favorite sweater




and began to aim toward a more realistic idea of myself at the age of 80.



Step 1 of this transformation involved a tattoo.

It had to be a tribute to my children. A sweet and memorable tattoo that would represent my boys. My life as a mother.

OK so maybe a little more...uh me?

So I began the planning. I knew I wanted it to represent the boys. The Bodhi tree for Bodhilicious and the ocean for Jaxon Kai. In October I took my idea's to the amazing Megan Emery at Gully Cat and scheduled my appointment for the next available opening, January 4th.

January 4th

I took one last picture of my naked shoulder. My plan was to cut out this picture and just tape it over the tattoo for the rest of my life if I hated it. It was my back up plan. I'm a good little thinker.

I hadn't really thought to much about the pain it would cause. I asked a few friends with tattoo's about it and they all assured me it wasn't that bad.

However, as we're driving there I started to envision the pain. I kept reminding myself that I shot 2 gigantic children out of my vagina. So surely I'd be able to handle a little needle.

I created a mantra.. vaginal opening not so big, child's head oh so big, vaginal opening not so big, child's head oh so big..I kept repeating.

It was gonna be a piece of cake.

We arrive...

We begin...

vaginal opening not so big, child's head oh so big, vaginal opening not so big, child's head oh so big.





Needle goes in...and yeah pain not so bad.





An hour goes by....








JESUS!!! WHAT THE HELL! For all those fuckers out there who told me it wasn't that bad...you suck! You very well knew it was that bad and you flat out lied to me! LIARS! I'll remember that forever.



After 2 1/2 hours I hopped up, looked in the mirror and almost cried. It was amazing. I fell in love with my arm all over again.

The finished work.

The next day was a constant explanation of the difference between "temporary" tattoo's and my tattoo. Jaxon was fascinated by the fact that I would have it forever. I was giving him a bath that night and he asked me " so do you have that tattoo forever?" I explained to him, for the 50th time that day, that yes my tattoo doesn't come off. He screamed, YIPEEE!!!! I LOVE IT!!! Everyday since he has told me he LOVES LOVES LOVES MY TATTOO!!!!!

and I LOVE LOVE LOVE MY TATTOO TOO!!!!