Tattoos. You either love them (like I do) or hate them (like my husband does.) I have written about tattoos before, and back in 2010 when I got my last tattoo I shared a picture of it. I’m a fan, and I’ve been considering getting another one.
For me, tattoos should have meaning. They should represent something important to you. Maybe it was a situation you went through, a stage of your life, or words that mean something to you. Whatever it is, if it’s going on your body forever, you want to make sure you won’t regret it (like one of the ones I have.)
The tattoo I’m thinking about getting – maybe along the side of my foot? – is just four simple words: And I am happy.
Now I’m not always happy and sometimes I’m miserable. But overall, my life is so blessed and when I eventually get to those pearly white gates I will be able to say that I lived a happy and good life.
Where do the words come from? My nana. My nana was a pretty amazing woman. She passed away shortly before I started writing this blog. In fact, My Nana was the second blog post that I ever posted! It’s still one of my favorite posts, and I hope that you’ll read it.
If you don’t have time/want to, I’ll give you the short version. My nana raised 9 children, which I cannot even imagine trying to do. I’m sure she had little time (read: no time) to herself, but I found out after she passed away that she loved to write. She wrote journals and poetry. After discovering my own love of writing, I would do anything to be able to talk to her about it. To find out what made her want to write, how she found her love for writing, how long she had loved doing it, what she wanted to write about. Did she ever try her hand at fiction?
Anyways, back in March 1980, she sat down one day and wrote a poem. It was a poem that she never shared with anybody. It was a poem that my mom and her siblings didn’t find until after she passed away in March 2010.
Those four words mean so much. They express love and light, they hold memories, they show the importance of family, they give a glimpse into my nana’s life, and they remind me about what’s really, REALLY important in life.
So I know what I want to get tattooed and where I want it. Now I just need to find the perfect script to have it written in. I’m going to ask my mom where that poem is. Maybe I’ll have it tattooed in my nana’s own handwriting.