My Daughter’s Tribute Tattoo

People say my youngest daughter Megan and I look alike.  I always respond with, “nuh uh, I’m prettier.”  The similarities end there.  My beautiful, intelligent, free spirited 23 year old daughter is the polar opposite to my anal self.

She goes with the flow much better than I ever could.  She’s more confident, more outgoing and stands up for herself.  Things like wearing mismatched socks don’t bother her.  I kid you not…my kid wears socks that don’t match.  The very thought sends me into a tailspin of epic proportions!  Socks come in pairs for a reason.

What will people think!!??

Megan doesn’t care what people think.  If someone has a problem with her socks not matching, it’s their problem not hers.  Her socks are clean, that’s all that matters.

On her birthday I got a text from her with a picture attached.

I know ur gunna hate it and be mad, but I wanted it and it means a lot to  me, I got dziadzia and papas initials

She’s right, I’m mad and I hate it.   Three of my 4 kids have tattoos and piercings.  I’m anal.  I hate tattoos, always have, always will.  I hate that I said hate, it’s such a strong, ugly word.  But why would you do that to yourself?  What will people think of you?  How is that going to look when you’re old and wrinkly?

And as much as I hate it, I also love it.  I love the sentiment behind it.   Megan was just eleven when my dad, her Dziadzia died and then her Papa, my ex’s dad, passed away a few years later. Two men that she loved, taken away too soon.  Two men whose memory she has chosen to immortalize on her wrist.  I think they’d be pleased.

I guess we’re more alike than either of us will admit.

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