![]() Additionally, clocks can also represent the balance between life and death, making it an excellent choice for men who often contemplate their mortality. This factor helps everyone value their lives more, encouraging them to live their life to the fullest even more. Generally, timepieces are associated with a person’s impermanence, meaning nothing lasts forever. Find her on Instagram sammbdavidson.There are several types of clocks, and they hold greater significance than merely telling the time. Samm is an ex-lawyer and mom of four who swears a lot. So to the person who sarcastically said to me recently, “I guess it’s cool to just start getting tattoos as a mom who is almost in her forties,” I say - yeah. And they’re going to be of the same genre - all little representations of this life phase I’m tackling and things that I think will look cool and make me happy when I see them. So I’m okay with it.Īnd that is why I just made an appointment to get six more but I’m excited. ![]() Because even if I regret a tattoo later in life, it still tells a story about a time of my life that is a part of me and my growth. I just want to do what feels good in the moment, and know that it’s really not that deep. I’m over worrying about the opinions of others and overthinking these kinds of decisions. But now, at almost 40, I’m kind of just over it. I worried about how they might wear with age and what they might look like on old, wrinkly skin. I used to be so worried about how a tattoo might be perceived by an older generation, or at a fancy gathering. And these little pieces of art littering my body are becoming my way of getting through.Īnd in this phase of life, I am giving myself permission to not overthink it. There’s a lot of life transitions wrapped up in the fact that I’m not having any more kids, and a lot of big feelings. I’m working though some emotional mom stuff. I mean, obviously there’s a theme here, and I’m well aware of that fact. This one was done as an attempt to work through the ending of the newborn stage - something that has been excruciatingly hard for me - as a way to carry my baby’s breath around with me until the end of time. A tribute to my last and final baby.Īnd lastly, I got a small bouquet of baby’s breath flowers on the back of one arm. It was something I stared at often as she lay nursing on my lap as a baby, looking up at me wide-eyed – and still today as she sits straddled on my lap locking eyes with me as she chats away about all her favorite almost-three-year-old things. Next was a squiggly line on my forearm, a scaled-up replica of a wild vein in my daughter's left eye. So it felt very right to get it written in ink on my skin. So naturally I have now convinced myself that it’s a message of the universe – one that I have decided to interpret as each of the four representing each one of my kids - a nod from above telling me that my family is complete, and perfect. Like I’m saying almost every day I happen to look at my phone, the stove lock, or the car clock at that exact time. It’s my fourth kid’s birthday, something I’ve seen on the clock almost daily since she arrived. She didn’t get inked, but she watched me and made me feel more cool and less old. I found a semi-local fine line tattoo artist I really liked (shout out paulobozotattoo) on Instagram and dragged my kid’s 20-year-old babysitter into the city with me as a kind of reverse chaperone to get inked. It started two months ago when I went in for a quick three the trifecta, we’ll call it. and working through some stuff while doing it. ![]() Well, 11 years later, at the ripe and spunky age of 39, I’ve decided to dive headfirst into my tattoo era. All pre-kids, and all relatively hidden and fairly inconspicuous. A lot of people tell me that it looks more like the number 30.Īnd that was it: three pretty basic tattoos by the time I was 28. And then right before I got married, my maid of honor and I celebrated our two-year love affair with hot yoga by getting quarter-sized ‘om’ symbols on our feet. ![]() A couple of years later I got a wonderfully profound Latin phrase: Dum tempus habemus operemur bonum (‘While we have time, let us do good’) inked on the side of my ribs. Kind of an unintentionally sexual body location for a family tribute, now that I look back on it, but at the time, coverage and secrecy was of the utmost importance. First, when I’d just turned 20, I wandered into a local tattoo parlor and requested two stars - one for each of my little brothers - right above my pubic bone. My love for tattoos started as a slow burn.
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