I’ve always loved the art of tattoos, but for much of my life, found it difficult to imagine myself getting one. I had always struggled to decide what I wanted on my body forever. Forever seemed so final. And with my tastes and interests evolving, who knew whether today’s work of art would be tomorrow’s regret. So for years, I never truly toyed with the idea of a tattoo.
Then, if you may recall from an earlier post, I suffered a miscarriage. I found the one thing that I would want forever. Something that would stay with me always despite the fact that she was no longer with me. I’ve listened to many tattoo stories. I’ve heard from the simple “I really loved this design and wanted it on me” to “this one is in honor of my loved one”. Sometimes, a tattoo is just a tattoo, a great piece of art that you carry on your body. Other times, like in my case, it is almost therapy.
I had gone to the parlor in my town on an extremely steamy August day. It was the day that my daughter would’ve turned 2. I explained to the tattoo artist why I was getting the tattoo. I didn’t expect to, but I began to cry. The artist touched my hand and gave it a squeeze. He told me that he truly believed this would help the healing process. He told me to get the design on my left side as it would be on the same side as my heart.
That was 2 and a half years ago. And you know what? He was right. It did help me heal. I was able to look down at my left wrist and see the image of a sleeping angel baby whenever I was thinking about her. While she is always in my heart and mind, tattoo or not, it felt comforting to have an image physically there.
I may or may not get another tattoo. While I pray I will never again have such a dramatic reason for getting a tattoo, if I do, it will have to meet my criteria. Will I love what it symbolizes forever? Will it always mean something to me?
They say that you tell your hair stylist everything, that they know all the happenings in your life. But imagine tattoo artists? I am sure they have heard some very touching stories as to meanings behind tattoos. Shout out to all the tattoo artists! Or shall I say artists/therapists!