Confessions of a Super-Mom: Considering my First Tattoo at Mid-Life

I'm two weeks away from turning 46 years young and I'm contemplating my first tattoo. Yes, believe it! In a world where I'm pretty much the minority, being a female sans body ink, I've always thought about it but my parents' voices always rang in my ear after five minutes of the idea passing through my mind.

Two of our daughters have tattoos- at least two each, as far as I know. It wasn't until they came home with nose piercings that I became brave enough to pierce my own. So at 44, I sat in the chair of some seedy shop (at least that's how I came to think of any shop where people came out with body piercings and fresh tattoos) while a woman told me stories of other mid-lifers who did way more to their bodies than put a little hole through their noses.

The shock to my family when I came home with a shiny little diamond on the side of my nose disappeared rather quickly - thank goodness! And I went on to sport my new fashion for about two months until one day, I just took it out and haven't put it back in since.

But the idea of a tattoo has always lingered in the back of my mind. There's something about the idea of a tattoo that seems so rebellious - like I'm finally doing something for myself, without caring what anyone else thinks. And I think that's what I'm really craving at this stage in my life.

I'm not sure what I want my tattoo to be yet. But I know it will be something personal and meaningful to me. And that's really all that matters. Perhaps a small beach wave or a symbol of what is personal to my heart. I have time to ponder and decide!

If you're thinking about getting a tattoo, or have already taken the plunge, I'd love to hear from you. Jump into the Moms Without Capes Facebook group let me know what you went for and how you felt about it.

Thanks for reading and until next time, take care of yourself!