Thank you Nicole for everything you do. For being my go-to gal when it comes to fevers, diarrhea, allergies, and life. You are my fairy godmother....guardian angel....sister from another mother.
Thank you for being you. I love you.
i guess i should first say that i prefer to write in all lowercase letters. second of all, many thanks to my girl, my love, sara for asking me to guest post for her. (personally, i think she's just being a lazy ass and not wanting to write herself, but nevertheless, i shall oblige because after all, she's my gurl).
on with my post... my words... my voice...
i developed an affinity for tattoos years ago. ink. needles containing colors that forever mark your skin. the tattoos i have represent an ongoing story for me and will continue to do so. my story is important to me. my tattoos are important to me. and while my love for ink may have began as a 20 something college kid, it's developed into something so much more. it has matured, as have i.
it is a story that i will one day share with my son.
jackson (17 months now) already points at and runs his delicate, precious fingers over the tattoos on my wrists. he has never known me without them.
i have marks. we all have marks. women and mothers have marks. both seen and unseen. known and unknown. visible and invisible.
whether our marks are as outward as some of mine, or as inward as mothers who struggle with PPD... they are all marks. leaving their own impression. making their own stance. and leaving us mothers forever changed and searching for a way to heal.
jackson was born via c-section. so i have a scar on my lower abdomen, near my pubic bone. that's how my son came into this world.
i love my c-section scar.
i imagine that mothers who have delivered their babies vaginally (pain and suffering aside, though i'm not sure one can put that aside... then again i haven't blasted a human out of my vag, so i don't know)... have scars, if not internally also externally.
again, a healing must take place.
a scar takes time.
i take pride in my scar. it may not be in my nether regions where i did not have to be sewn up, but there is a sense of pride that i have in my c-section scar. i see it with each shower i take and think to myself "that's where the magoo exited my body."
being a tattooed mother, an "inked" mother... i have endured criticism (bleh)... judgment (eh, suck it!)... and looks from strangers who i imagine look at me and think whateverthehell they want to think.
but in being a mother with tattoos... tattoos that my story continues to manifest itself in ink, gives me pride.
kids love stories. kids love marks, scars, scrapes, bruises. they want to know "where'd ya get that?" and i get to be one of "those inked moms" who shares with my son my story when the time is right.
it's my hope that judgment aside, women and mothers learn to accept and embrace each other not only for their similarities in being mothers, in enduring sleepless nights, engorged breasts, etc, etc... but also in those differences that makes us truly unique women... leaving our own mark on this world in the form of our children.