Every week I am trying to show off the fantastic stories that build and shape what our tattoos are, why we make tattoos, and how those tattoos shape us. I asked you to send your stories on over so I could select the best of the bunch. Today’s story is from Patricia who tells us of how her love for her parents is represented in her tattoo.
My name is Patricia and I have several tattoos but one of my favorites is on my right arm. I lost both my parents. For me they were the best set of parents a girl could ask for. My Mom was over the top as moms go, and I am so glad I had the years with her.
My tattoo is of Mom and Dad when they first met. He was in the Army and she was a young girl. They met, married 3 months later and had 4 children. It was death til they parted, even after one passed. My Mom was great and was always there for me through good and bad, yet she made me accountable for anything I did and face responsibility. A lot of parents always try to blame someone else when their kid messes up, but not mine. She told me I was given a brain and I chose my path regardless of who went along with it.
Needless to say, I have had my own daughter and its been a hard road with her. But I learned the one thing that makes me ok. I love my daughter regardless. I hold her accountable, I’ve taught her to be strong, independent and now she is studying to be a lawyer.
My parents are my right hand people and I have their picture tattooed there to remind me of the two people that did love me and when I feel like giving up I look over and I know that isn’t how SHE raised me and someone seeing them there makes me feel they are closer to me and still on my side