| Sunday, October 23, 2005 |
| Tattoo |
When my elder daughter was born, she has jet black hair, lovely long eye lashes and some 'down' over her cute, pink, tiny and perfect little body.
She curled up in a foetal position as she was placed on my tummy, after 14 hours of labour.
I called her my little kitty with her slight cocking-of-the-head, dazed look. OK, so it was hard work for her, as much as it was for me.
Over the years, inevitably, there were bumps and bruises, cuts and scratches, moles and freckles? No, she was spared my genes of having freckles.
There was a period of time when she started to have more cuts and scars, some deep, some faint, nonetheless it pains me, even now, to see her taking her hurts onto herself, hurting herself physically, usually over our arguments.
Her perfect body, without a blemish, now marked with lines and scratches.
Then she went into piercings.
For some reason I was OK with that after getting over the shock of her 3rd ear piercing. Guess because it's quite common now, and one can dress them, as in adorning ear-rings to dress them up, or leave them without, or may be putting some sticks into them. C'mon, I have 3 ear piercings now.
I even accompanied her to the ground-breaking naval piercing, keeping my promise should she shed a few kgs and keep them off for a period of time. She did, and so I did.
She's been facinated by tattoo. I don't mind it, 'appreciating' some designs are quite cute, even joked about having them myself, although never quite seriously considered having my body drawn on. I couldn't even bring myself to have my eyebrow tattooed, or have permanent eyeliners done.
Well, we even talked about designs and what-have-yous, always bringing to her attention that tattoos are sth that are permanent, once done, and that i'd rather her do it, if at all, when she's older, like... Much older, say, when she's working and may have difference perspective by then.
Yeah, right....
She had one done yesterday.
Without seeking my permission - she's still at the age where parental permission is needed.
Without so much so a courtesy call.
Without any second thoughts.
Out came the famous excuse "but i thought you were ok with it"....
I haven't been able to speak with her.
Am I angry? Am I sad? Am I unreasonable?
I don't know, all of the above, I guess, especially the last one, probably, in her eyes.
All my attempts to dissuade her to multilate her body further has failed. She calls it "Body Art". I'm concerned she will regret it when the novelty wears off.
I guess eventually I will get over it, like I got over her 'unauthorized' ear piercings, like I'm still trying to get over her cuts and scars, which pains me everytime I see it.
Now this new addition.
Only this one doesn't fade with time.
This one definitely leaves a foot print on her body.
Her once cute, tiny, beautiful, perfect body.
The tattoo
Is a set of paw prints.
I will get over it
I guess
Eventually. |
posted by charisMA @ 3:00 AM  |
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