Though I will admit that tattoos are not for me, because I would not put anything on my body that I could not remove or wipe off when I tired of it, there is awesome artwork staining flesh these days. And now my oldest daughter that has a “sleeve” of tattoos—a colorful menagerie—on one arm has added my portrait, of when I was about twenty-one years of age, to her collection. Sigh!
Am I flattered that I am now part of her proud collection, you may ask. Well, without doubt yes…and…no. I appreciate the artwork, who wouldn’t? And I most certainly appreciate the love and sentiment that inspired such a place of honor. But since my daughter and I have a small history, of disagreements (normal everyday mother and daughter issues, of course), I began to have nightmares from the first time she proudly showed it to me, beaming! I was literally speechless, at first glance. I really didn’t know what to say. And then I heard myself shout WOW! At least I was able to say as much.
But thoughts of her slashing her arm, the deltoid on which my portrait was inked in, or stabbing at it with a knife, if she ever felt she hated me enough (I know because I remember feeling those emotions toward my own mother, when I was young, ungrateful and stupid), filled me with dread. Yikes! Not to worry, however, my daughter is not a violent or irrational woman. This is just me, and my imagination running wild. I’ve mentioned before, about my imagination getting the best of me, the tendencies to allow them to get, like, far out!
My daughter will be the first to say that she has an addiction with tattoos, but it is also her love of art and appreciation for the artist that motivates her. And it is also “self expression,” just who she is, and tattoos are her personal flavor. In truth, I don’t really care for tattoos, and that, of course, is just my personal dislike. But I will admit, however, that every time I see her bare arm, with my face upon it, I smile, because I see her obvious pride and love for me. *Smile!*
We dream a life to be; we live to dream that life! (vka)