>Ego Sum Duodeviginti Iam, Matris.*

>So on Tuesday this week, my eldest, sprung on me that she wanted to get a tattoo after her birthday on Saturday.  She will be 18 and legal to go and do this all on her own.  I don’t have a problem with tattoos in general.  I know a lot of people with tattoos.  Some of you, even!  I have lots of friends with beautiful tattoos.  Some of them, I think are quite nice.  I have seen many that I like.  I personally don’t have any, because I could never decide on a specific something that I would want to have on my body permanently for the rest of my life.  For crying out loud, I can’t keep my hair color the same for 5 minutes.

I kind of freaked out.

I kind of think now, that it may have had more to do with the fact that I have no say so in this matter that I freaked out.  I wasn’t very friendly, to anyone.  My sister kind of talked me down.  Reminded me that she’s artistic, that she’s in the middle of a big transition, yadda yadda.  So I sat.  I calmed my self down a bit.  I sent Mack a text and asked what she was planning on tattooing on herself.  She sends me the following photo.

Then I obviously had to send her a message back to ask her what the hell it said, since I haven’t ever studied any dead languages.

There is more to life then merely living…
While we live, let us live to the fullest…
Remember you will die.

And again, I had a minor meltdown.  I think it’s a little morbid.  She says it’s not at all.  I can see both sides.  Today, I attempted to see if the Latin was correct, and the translator thing I used was all over the place.  It could say, Go Jump Off the Des Moines River Bridge, for all I know.  I suppose there’s not to many Latin experts that would be running around spell checking her back, right?

So it is pretty.  She did draw it.  It does mean something to her.  She does want it right in the middle of her back and it’s big.  What?  How big?  Big.  The circle is about 6″, the whole thing across is about 8″.  I think that’s pretty large for a first tattoo, but what the hell do I know, me with the non-inked, virgin skin?

I tried to talk her into having it shrunk down a bit, and put someplace else.  I don’t think she’s buying it.  Couldn’t she just wait until I quit freaking out about her leaving me in three weeks without torturing me with this? 

I’m not sleeping, I’ve had a headache for 5 days straight. 

Maybe there is more to life then merely living?

*  I am eighteen now, Mother.   ( I know, I know!!!)

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One Comment on “>Ego Sum Duodeviginti Iam, Matris.*”

  1. >The deal my Mom made with me was that if I wanted the same tattoo after a year, she would pay for it. I never got a tattoo.


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