Mom
Let me start out this story by saying my mom was not a big fan of tattoos. My mom passed away when I was 22 years old. I’d always wanted to get a memorial tattoo for her. I set up several appointments but something always screwed it up. The first time, I got stuck at work and couldn’t make it. The second time, I called the artist an hour before my appointment to make sure we were still on. Between talking to him and getting to my appointment, he broke his hand skateboarding.
I started to get the idea maybe my mom was trying to make sure I wasn’t getting a tattoo for her. When I started an American traditional sleeve, I knew it had to include a tattoo for my mom. I told Megan what had happened when I tried to get a mom tattoo in the past. I didn’t want to set a date because of what had happened before. She told me she’d draw something up just in case.
There was one sitting I wasn’t sure what we were going to work on. Megan said, “Let’s do mom,” and she did. Megan got it done and it’s one of my favorite tattoos. Thanks, Mom, for letting me honor you on my arm—even if I had to sneak it in.