as long as i can remember i wanted tattoos. ever see those lil kids covered in temporary tattoos? that was me growing up.
as i became a teen my interest never waned, i was still itching to get my first ink and talked to anyone that would listen about it.
eventually my mom agreed to take me on my 17 birthday to get a tattoo.
i ended up getting a small ying yang with bear paws as the spots inside on my lower back, and the addiction started in earnest :)
my mom always supported my getting a tattoo because it was something she knew i was passionate about, and now that ive moved on from getting small tattoos to working on a FULL back piece my mom is even more supportive. (i should note my mom has zero tattoos of her own)
she is actually PROUD of me, i know how lucky i am to have a mom like her. it fills me with love.
on the other hand my dad, he isnt part of my life at all, havent seen him in years. i know he doesnt approve or agree with tattoos in general. so one time during a awkward phone call with him i told him i was on my way to becoming heavily tattooed. he responded negatively and i told him he didnt really get a say in anything i did, ever. and that was pretty much the end of anything to do with my dad....