Marked for life?

An innocent forwarded email survey got me thinking about getting a tattoo. It was one of those get-to-know-you little ditties, you know the kind: I have...been to Mexico, kissed under the mistletoe, been known to snort when laughing, etc..., etc.. Well this one came from a childhood friend that was passed on to both myself and another childhood friend. Backstory: We were that trio that when the two best friends were feuding the third "wheel" person previously on the "outskirts" of the friendship circle was suddenly "in." Anywho, I was a tad surprised that both of them stated that they not only has A Tattoo, but more than one! 

The timing of this is interesting,as Marc just mentioned the other day that he is considering getting his first tattoo. Now, I am not opposed to tattoos, I mean, I love "Miami Ink" and "LA ink." At times, I am even brought to tears by the stories of patrons getting tattoos to mark a birth, death, notable life change.

So, all this gets my wheels turning, not so much on, "will I ever get a tattoo?" but more the idea of "if" I did, what would it be of and why? Undoubtedly, I know it would have a connection to a person, but the idea of a name inscribed in my flesh doesn't seem very profound or stylish. Perhaps a symbol, representative of motherhood, my son?  Even then, if I were to find an appropriate symbol, where would I have the tattoo? Somewhere easily hidden, but if its honoring my beloved child, would I really want that some where neighboring my nether- regions? Of course, this is all in hypotheticals, I just can't imagine myself at 85 years old, with my Health Aide assisting me in daily care, exposing some wrinkled, age spotted, stretched out-over the years stork tattoo headed south for the winter.