Yep, the oldest wolf has branded himself. Not once but three times and barely a year into his college adventure. And he finally decided to tell his Mom – of course, his brothers (aka the other wolves) already knew.
I’ve never been strongly drawn to having a tattoo nor do I dislike them. I just am just not convinced I could pick something that I would love forever. When my niece was in college, she got a tattoo of Hobbes on her butt cheek and we used to tease her that when she got older Hobbes, the tiger from the Calvin & Hobbes comic strip, would be lying down instead of poised to run. Three kids later – hee hee hee (evil laugh).
Surprised? Only that his tattoos don’t include a heart with the word Mom in it. Just kidding. No, I’m not surprised.
Mad? Why would I be mad, he’s an adult and it’s his body. He paid for them with his own money. And he did get them where he can cover them up if he chooses to.
Curious? Yes, I would like to see them. He says he’ll send pictures soon. His brother says there is an element that weaves the three of the brothers into it. Maybe its a wolf?
Whereas I could not choose a tattoo, I do think they can mark critical milestones in your life and visually help tell your story. And as a storyteller whose medium is words, I appreciate that for others it’s ink.