Hello beautifuls! I hope y’all have a great Monday and start y’alls week of right. Today’s post I’ll be talking about a little something I did when I was back home stateside. What is that little something I did, you may ask? Well… after a lot of thinking and backing out for years, I finally got my first tattoo! To some people this isn’t a big deal, but for me it was a really big deal. I have been wanting a tattoo for years, there was actually a night when we lived in North Carolina I walked into a place and I was ready to get one. Unfortunately, the one I wanted and where I wanted it was something that I would have to touch up often and I wasn’t about that life. But, I kept thinking of what I would want to get and finding the balls to get one, I really wanted to get something meaningful and very important to me.
I still can’t believe I actually got one, I finally got the nerve and did it. This tattoo has so much meaning to me, it makes me smile every time I look at it. One of the reasons it so special to me is because my baby brother and I were going to get our first tattoos done together and he was sweet enough to pay for mine. It was my Mother’s Day gift from him, I swear I have the sweetest brothers, three to be exact. The second reason is I got something that meant a lot to me, which is the date my baby boy was born. He was an absolute blessing itself.
At the age of 18, I was told by doctors I couldn’t get pregnant due to this syndrome known as PCOS ( Polycystic ovary syndrome). I was always irregular when it came to my period and my body didn’t release eggs. So, I wouldn’t be able to get pregnant. I was told this is a common issue among young women. But, that didn’t matter to me, I couldn’t believe at a young age I was told I couldn’t be a mother. That news broke my heart and I cried to my parents, and told them you guys will never have a grandchild from me. They hugged me and said “Do not listen to these doctors, if it is in Gods will for you to be a mother, you will be a mother”. I always kept that in my mind, but I didn’t stay optimistic about it. When I got married I told my husband that there was a possibility I would never be able to give him a child. Well, like my parents said God had other plans. A year into being married I got pregnant, I still couldn’t believe it! I took so many tests before and they all came out negative, I just gave up. I was so surprised that it was positive that I wasn’t even sure how to read it. I had to ask my sister in law what does two lines mean. Haha. It was a great day.
My first tattoo owns a special place in my heart and it is something that will always make me smile when I look at it. Thanks to my baby brother who pushed me and was right there to hold my hand when I got it. I’m already thinking about what I want my second tattoo to be.
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