My 20 year old son passed away the summer of 2011. I wanted to get a tattoo in his memory but waited until I found just the right thing. I came across an infinity symbol and loved the design. It's like a figure "8" and considering I have 8 kids, it just felt like the right thing. It symbolizes my eternal love for my son Nate, our love is infinity and not even death can take that away from us. The color blue is a sign of peace, and all I pray is that he is indeed at peace. Blue is also my favorite color.
I have never had a tattoo before so I really didn't know what to expect. Honestly no amount of pain would matter to me because this is something I felt I needed to do. After all, I have delivered several large babies (11 and 12 pound babies) with no pain meds, so I knew I could handle this.
My oldest son (almost 24) and my "baby" (3 1/2) went with me and watched me get the tattoo. The only tears shed were when the tattoo artist drew out the design exactly how I had described and what I wanted. I was overwhelmed with emotions to see it.
The pain wasn't too bad, it was a little cutting and burning sensation at times, especially when he went over the bone I could feel it more. Reminded me of trying to cut into a piece of steak and the fatty part you have to cut a little harder...is how I imagined he was doing on my leg. (I didn't look because for some reason I thought it might make it worse to see when he was going to do it.) I was laughing and telling jokes the whole time. Honestly, halfway through I was thinking about a design if I did get a second tattoo someday.
I survived, it wasn't that bad and maybe someday I might get another one. I really love it and the colors. It's on my lower right ankle:
I *LOVE* IT!!