photo-3Well, our girl has been determined to get a tattoo for about four years now (maybe more, who knows). Our standard answer was always “when you’re eighteen.” Because that is the age that you no longer need parental permission.

She turned 18 in October. We thought she’d run right out and do it right away, but she’s been taking her time, contemplating design, meaning, placement.

We got the call yesterday. “I did it!” 

It’s a chrysanthemum on her leg, which is what my mother’s name (Kikuko) means in Japanese. It also stands for determination, which this girl embodies. So it’s a perfect symbol.

A few people have asked me if I’m freaked out. No, I’m not. If she had a drug or alcohol problem, that would freak me out. Or if she was clinically depressed or had a serious illness or injury. Those things would freak me out. But a tattoo in honor of her grandmother?  No, not at all.