Son has one or two (can't remember); daughter has 6 (or maybe 8!) all pretty discreet (ankle, lower back above pants line, both arms, leg, foot. As a mom, I kinda understand the "concern" as to a daughter. But, hey, she was grown and it was her body. She did scare the HECK out of me once, though. At 16, she came home one day and said, VERY ominously, "Mom, sit down. We gotta talk."
OMG. My knees almost buckled. I mean, I KNEW this girl, right?? My mind was screaming, "OH NO! When did she have time, when could she have... WHEN... WHERE...
WHO ('cause I was unaware of any boyfriend)!!?? But... I stayed calmed, maintained, and just mildly said, "Sure, Sweetie, what's up?"
She started with something like, "Well, Mom, I have something to tell you and you're not gonna like it."
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, NO! NO, DON'T tell me this!!
Then she raised up her shirt and showed me a navel ring.
I about lost it right there. NOT in a bad way... I was about to cry, yes, but tears of JOY! A NAVEL ring?? Is THAT all?? (Happy dance and several, MANY "Hallelujahs!" going on inside!).
"Oh, honey, look at that! It's CUTE! Did it hurt?"
And the conversation continued from there. As dear 'Mom (peace, luv!) stated, it could have been SO much worse! By the time she got her first tattoo... I was like, "Whatever, girl."
She's almost 36 and still no kids. I sometimes wonder how much I had to do with that? I mean, if she was nervous to tell me she had her navel pierced...
Peace... and parents have SO much more to worry about with kids than tattoos.
A slave of Christ,
Shellama