August 2--Grammie Gets a Tattoo

Find out who you are and do it on purpose.  --Dolly Parton

    When our sons were in college, back when tattoos were really becoming "the in thing," they wanted to get one. We said fine, but you have to pay for it. That ended their tattoo quest. 

    For my 58th birthday, I gave myself a small tattoo of a red infinity symbol on my left arm close to my wrist. I wanted to see what it was like to get one. The symbol was perfect--red is my favorite color, I'm a math nerd, I'm an infinite spiritual being, and I love Buzz Lightyear ("To infinity and beyond!!!"). So Mom was the first in the family to get a tat. 

    Over the years I've considered another tattoo, certain that I would know when what I wanted would present itself to me. On my big trip earlier this year, I saw a woman with various seashells tattooed along her upper spine--simple and gorgeous. Then came the highlight of the Bali stay--releasing two baby turtles into the sea. (See March 23 post.) As I set the little ones off, I blessed them and named them after my grandsons. 

    So here you have it:

While it is tough to see, there is an "L" on the left one and an "R" on the right one. Those are my grandsons initials, and (NOT) coincidentally, my initials (Leta Renee). 

    Geez. Why would a nearly 70-year-old Grammie get a tat? Because I want to!!!

        Leta