In 2013 I lost both of my parents during my third pregnancy. My dad, four days after I told him I was pregnant and my mom, 13 days before I gave birth to my daughter. For the past nearly four years, I think about them all the time. Every day, almost every minute it seems. I’ve wanted to do something for a while to memorialize them and it finally hit me – I’ll have their handwriting tattooed on me.
Honestly, this thought entered my mind easily more than a year ago. I wasn’t dragging my feet because I’m against tattoos – I have a star in between my belly and hip I got when I was 21 before I thought about kids or an upcoming appendix rupture – I just wanted to make sure this time I CARED about the tattoo.
This past Mother’s Day, as the last four have been, kind of sucked. It’s a day where my three children want to celebrate me, but all I want to do is celebrate my mom. So I decided to turn the day around.
I have a letter from my dad I cherish –
And I have the words my mom wrote on our wedding picture frame –
So I married the two.
And I’m in love. This totally made my Mother’s Day a blessing. I felt happy and so, so glad I finally took the plunge. I am reminded visibly of their love for me every single day. Truly, it’s made me more whole than I’ve been in a while.
Do you have tattoos honoring a loved one or your kids? Let’s see them!