Monday, March 5, 2012

Ink and metal. Metal and ink.

I could be very biased, considering I grew up running around my grandpa's tattoo shop, but I don't understand the huge stereotype that is associated with tattoos and piercings. I do understand that it's not everyone's cup of tea. But what in hell is? Maybe it isn't that big of an issue. Maybe people should just let it be and ignore it like they do most things. I wont. I refuse to. 

I see my body as a canvas. A blank one. One that deserves to be covered in beautiful art. My body is plain. The only markings I have being that of bearing children. Stretch marks. They're beautiful, as well. They're purple and red. They line most of my body. Stretching from one spot to another, creating depth and meaning, showing love and adoration. I also have freckles. Mostly on my arms. Little brown dots that give my skin personality. But what if I want something more for my skin? What if I want to tell a story simply by showing someone my leg? What if I want to paint a picture of a completely different world, and hold onto it forever? People wear their hearts on their sleeve... Why can't I wear my dreams the same way? 

I have seen every type of person you can imagine in my grandpa's tattoo shop. School teachers, biker dudes, moms, dads, grandparents, sisters, brothers, lawyers, janitors, fast food workers, christians, satanists, teenagers. You name it, they've walked into the shop at some point. Looking for something. A tattoo or piercing does not define a person. That person defines the art. Looking at someone with a tattoo or piercing, or multiples of the two, and thinking "What is wrong with that person?" just makes you a disgusting human. It makes you just as judgmental as the person who asks why that white girl is with that black guy. Or the person who tells you you're going to hell for having premarital sex. Think what you want of this viewpoint, but I firmly believe what I'm saying.

Our bodies are temporary. Just a shell to hang out in until it's time to move on to bigger and better things. Depending on what you believe in.. but I believe that it's temporary. We need to take care of our bodies, sure, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy them, too. They are ours until they are the Earth's again. Just like our time in these bodies, the tattoos and piercings will slowly fade. They'll disappear. They'll be gone. The human body is an amazing and beautiful thing. Why not enhance that beauty? Let go of the judgment. Stop thinking about the bad. Really look at their artwork and think about it. That lilly could be for their grandmother who passed away, who's name just so happened to be Lilly. That banner with Hebrew script could be a quote from their favorite bible passage. That random symbol that you can't make any sense of... well that could be something their brother drew before going to fight in a war. Don't be so quick to judge a book by it's cover. 


TTFN

Dani

Pulling my hair out.

Zachary Caine was born on Saturday, February 25, 2012 at 2:41 AM weighing in at 9lbs 3oz and 21 inches long. From the time active labor began until he was born, 5 hours. That's all. I did end up giving in and asking for an epidural. I got it. But it didn't begin to work until about 20 minutes after he was born. The only part of my body that was numb for his birth were my feet HAHA. It was a wonderful experience, being able to know exactly when to push and how much harder I needed to. Feeling every bit of it, sure it hurt, but it showed me that I could do it without the epidural. IF I decide I want more children.

It's been pretty crazy since he was born. I know, it's only been a bit over a week, but it's been a crazy time. My 2 year old (Kaiden) is adjusting real well. He wants so badly to play with his baby brother. When I leave Kaiden with mamaw to go pick daddy up from work and take baby Zachary with me, he yells at me and tells me I can't take the baby with me. When we all three get home, he's extremely excited!! He doesn't notice me much (lol) but he gets very jumpy and starts yelling "BEEBEE! DADA!!!" It makes me so happy. 

I love my family full of boys. So very much. More than I ever thought I would. And I'm adjusting quite well considering Kaiden is in the stage where everything "No" is absolutely "yes!". Zach is a wonderful baby. Only crying when I change his diaper or he is hungry. I'm not used to that. I'm still not used to the fact that I have a 2 year old. I have kids. I'm a mother. Wow.

I can't wait to see what the future brings for us. For MY family. My guys. Will the boys be football players? Will they want to be in dance? How smart will they be in school? What will they want to be when they grow up? Will they make me a grandma? Who will they marry? Where will they go in life? Will they be proud of the mommy they had as children? There are so many questions I can't wait to learn the answers to, but so scared that those answers will come too fast. I don't want them to grow up, but I can't wait until they do. So goes the life of a mother.

TTFN

Dani