In High School, most people called me a “goody-goody”.
Not in a “she’s so sweet and good” kind of way, but more in a “Gahhh, why does she have to be such rule follower” kind of way.
I didn’t drink, smoke or do drugs. I rarely cussed. And I was absolutely always was home by curfew. Ha. I know, blah blah blah.
Oh my goodness, I missed curfew once by 90 seconds and my dad flipped a lid. Grounded for a month.
Trust me when I say I never did that again.
To most of my friends? It was annoying. They wanted me to have fun and “live a little”.
To which I always replied, “Who says I’m not having fun?”
Just because I’m not partying or getting crazy doesn’t mean that I’m not finding joy in my life, right?!
That’s easy to understand when you are in your 30’s.
Not so easy to understand in the teenage years.
One thing I am certain of is that people had pinned me as the type of girl who would NEVER get a tattoo.
Not because tattoos are bad or evil, but mostly because tattoos are something that free spirited, risk taking, FUN loving people do.
I don’t fit in the stereotypical box of a free spirited, risk taker, tattoo loving kind of chick.
Heck, I can admit, I never thought I’d get a tattoo either.
Mostly because I didn’t ever have anything to want and I knew that if I got permanent ink on my body it needed to be something that spoke to me.
Something with meaning.
I guess you could say I waited 33 years to decide what that meaningful thing was to me.
Not just any rose, but a rose with six leaves. Four leaves to represent each of our children and two leaves on the opposite side to represent Jeff and I.
I probably don’t need to clarify why a rose was my choice, right? Haha.
I was concerned about telling my parents that I wanted a tattoo. Something in me felt like that same teenage girl who thought she might disappoint her parents. And I hate to disappoint my parents, even in my 30’s.
Surprisingly, when I told them? They were totally on board. I think my dad’s exact response was:
“You have proven to me over and over that you are a responsible adult and I trust your decisions.”
He even kind of loved the rose idea.
It’s been over six months now since I got my tattoo and I am loving it just like I did the day I got it.
I told all of my friends it would be the size of a quarter. Soooooo, when I showed up with something the size of small calculator…it took them a second to get used to it. Haha!
The detail that I wanted in the tattoo wouldn’t have been possible if it was the size of a quarter.
A FEW QUESTIONS ANSWERED:
1. Did it hurt?
Yes, it hurt. But not “OH MY GOSH I’M CRYING” kind of pain. It felt like someone was scratching me over and over and over.
The worst part was the position I had to lay in because my hand kept falling asleep.
Listen, I’ve birthed three babies. Ain’t nothing hurt worse than that.
2. How long did it take?
Two hours. I only took two small breaks (2-3 minutes each). Other than that, it was basically two straight hours of tattooing. 😉
3. Why did you choose the side of your wrist?
It just felt like “me”.
I thought about the ankle, but every time I envisioned my ankle it just didn’t feel like me. I almost did it on the inside of my wrist, but I love that it’s on the side.
I often forget I even have it because I can’t see it that well until I look at a picture of myself. LOL!
4. Where did you find the design?
My tattoo artist designed it.
This was the hardest part for me. I had no idea kind of rose I wanted. I searched Google and Pinterest for ideas. I tried to explain to my tattoo artist what I liked and what I didn’t like. I even brought him a few pictures I had found.
I was so nervous because I didn’t see his design until the morning of. But the second he sent me the picture? I loved it. He is truly talented.
If you asked me if I’d do it all over again?
In a heartbeat. I don’t mean that I want a second tattoo. I just mean that I am super happy about how this one turned out and I glad I made the decision to get it.
I’m thankful that a few of my close friends came to support me and I even more thankful we took some video of the whole experience. It’s just fun to look back on and remember the moment. My friend Kelly literally did not let go of my hand for the entire 120 minutes.