My Kid’s First Tattoo
|Ty’s first tattoo, not finished yet.
My oldest kid got a tattoo.
Saying that will take some time getting used to. He’s still healing actually and so am I. It’s definitely something I thought I wouldn’t have to worry about for another year when he turned 18. You know that age when your child is officially an ADULT. I’m not gonna be dramatic and say I was mad because I actually wasn’t. I was just a little disappointed. He’s newly 17, celebrating his birthday at the end of January. He’s the oldest but still my baby and will always be. He’s still a teenager in my eyes… not able to make these types of decisions. Or so I thought… maybe we don’t give our kids enough credit because I am relieved that Ty had the foresight to get the tattoo behind his leg. I would’ve died if he got a brand or name tattoo. I guess that’s what’s cool with kids these days and not tribal bands or barbed wire like in my day. I feel better telling myself that it could have been so much worse. And he came over on his own to make sure I was okay and show me it. He didn’t hide it from us and it is artsy.
I wasn’t close to my parents and couldn’t tell them anything growing up. When I was 17, all I thought about was lying to my parents because they couldn’t handle the life I wanted to live. And here is my kid at 17, sharing his life with me. At 38 years old and four kids later, I’m definitely not the parent I thought I would be. All parents have a vision of what’s right and perfect but you gotta be willing to adjust down the line… that’s real parenting to me.