Day 44 – My son got a tattoo
And I’ve decided not to freak out. I actually really love the choice he made, Max from Where the Wild Things Are. If I were an 18-year-old, I think I might have chosen something similar. My librarian heart is a little proud that he chose a much-loved literary character. So I begrudgingly gave him my blessing and asked him to pinky swear not to add any more tattoos, gauges or otherwise permanently disfigure himself further. He laughed off my repeated requests, but I’m crossing my fingers and saying my prayers. I’m thinking a nice Junie B. Jones butt hat would look spectacular on me. Jeff has always been more of a C.S. Lewis guy, so i’m not sure what we should embroider in blood on his body.
The bottom line is I love Jake and respect his decisions, even when I’m cringing on the inside. I’m sure when I get my Junie B. tattoo, I’ll understand his motivation more. And if anyone sees Jake at a piercing parlor, you have my permission to crash your car through the front windows. I can only be so cool.