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She is signed upon my skin, but lives within my mind and heart...
This is my first tattoo, inked on my 23-year-old skin at my local tattoo parlour in Warrnambool, Victoria, of Australia. I never cared much for tattoos growing up in my teenage years and I never planned tattoos for when I would turn eighteen. I always admired a good tattoo and the story behind it. The story coming from the person with the tattoo is what interests me the most. I definitely see that tattoos can be the initial source of expression for that story, an artistic symbol for the story that is hard to express otherwise.
By Hayden Laird5 years ago in Families
M <3
My first Tattoo is the letter M from my mom’s name Miriam, right next to a heart that was elegantly written and drawn by her. I gave her a journal to write in, you see, while she was sick. She managed to write on one whole page, the first page only. Written on that page she wrote: Her name, under that the words “My family” followed by the names of my dad, my oldest brother, mine, and my youngest sister’s neatly centered and underneath all that were the words “Love them all.”
By Becca Vega5 years ago in Families
Papa Bob and Pooh Bear
I have eight tattoos, all with some meaning. Most of them are sad. I have a rose for my estranged mother on my ribcage, a tiny R2D2 for an abusive ex (I’ve never even seen Star Wars), a skeleton bird with sunflowers marking a sad, lost, childhood that I find myself grieving over from time to time. But my favourite tattoo isn’t sad at all. Most people will see it and ask something along the lines of “Oh my gosh, is that Winnie the Pooh on your leg?” and I tell them that it is and I’ll pull my pant leg up or my sock down and give them a better look. “So cute!”, they exclaim “I used to love Winnie the Pooh!”
By Lowak Hushi5 years ago in Families
Childhood Development:
As the age of digitalisation commences in full swing, what were once associated with childhood icons such as board games, outdoor activities, and old-fashioned clubs including Guides and Scouts, have had their relevance questioned. Now that technology is present in our everyday lives, children have an abundance of ways to entertain themselves, from game consoles, to mobile phones, to virtual reality headsets – the possibilities are endless.
By Fay McFarlane5 years ago in Families
Simple Stress Tips To Help New Parents Cope
If you have recently welcomed a new baby into your family, you are likely a bit stressed out. Whether this is your first child or the latest of several, the period after giving birth can be quite draining for mothers. Fathers can also experience fatigue and anxiety during this time, especially those looking to tend to mother and child at once. While it might be natural to feel a bit stressed during this period, you want to discover ways to cope and relax. Stress is incredibly bad for your health, and can lead to further health conditions like cardiovascular disease.
By Mikkie Mills5 years ago in Families
Bbnaija: Nina Shares Adorable Photos With Son (See Photos).
Ex-Big Brother Housemate from the third season of the reality show. Nina Ivy Chinonso Onyenobi popularly known as Nina Ivy is a former Big brother housemate and 4th Runner-Up in the 2018 Big Brother Naija Reality TV Show. She is currently a model, a singer, an actress, a makeup artiste and a fashion enthusiast. She is also a model who has worked with designers like Toyin Lawani.
By Samuel Opemey5 years ago in Families
Arrowhead
Allow me to tell you about my grandfather. When I was a child, I spent an untold number of hours with my grandfather. He was tall and handsome, and absolutely full of life. He was also a collector, stopping every chance he could to pick up some small trinket or interesting object to add to his collection. He was particularly fond of Native American arrowheads. He loved finding them and showing them off. We would often roam the river bank behind his neighborhood looking for those little stone triangles, and we found a ton. Going to grandpa's house meant I was coming home with a bounty of colorful rocks and arrowheads, and the prospect always excited me. It wasn't until much later that I found out that he would buy replica arrowheads and pre-shined rocks and scatter them across the riverbank the day before I came to visit. He just wanted to see me smile. As I got older, however, my excitement dwindled. I suffered from the same idea that all teenagers suffer from: the idea of immortality. I let my relationship with my grandfather slip away until I had stopped talking to him entirely. Even though he was such a large part of my childhood, he rarely crossed my adult mind. The idea that, one day, I would never be able to speak to my grandfather again never crossed my mind. Then, one day, while on deployment, I received an email saying that he was on his deathbed, dying from leukemia. He passed shortly after. I never got to say goodbye, and I had to miss his funeral. The news took a heavy toll on me. I regretted every time I didn't call, and every time I didn't visit. I desperately prayed for the opportunity to go back and do it over again. Begged God to let me wander the river bank with him one more time. I would never hear his cheesy jokes, hear his goofy laugh, or see his wide smile ever again. I hated myself for abandoning him like I did. Shortly after my deployment, I visited my mother, who was still struggling with his death. My grandfather was not a wealthy man, and he had few possessions, but to my surprise, i was presented with a box that he left me. Inside was a handwritten letter from him that explained how much he loved me, and that he was sorry we didn't get to spend more time together. It was filled with his cheesy humor, and his trademarked life advice. The box also contained his collection of rare coins and arrowheads. Even after all that time, even after dodging all of his calls and avoiding him for years, all he wanted was to see me smile. The week I returned home, I got this tattoo. I knew I wasn't going to be able to go back and fix the mistakes I made, but I knew I had the power to prevent it from happening again. This tattoo functions as a memorial for my grandfather, and also constantly reminds me that life is sacred, and temporary. It reminds me that anyone can return to the earth at any time, and that it is best to make the most of the time I have with the people I love. I'm never going to let myself forget that again.
By Josh Hungerford5 years ago in Families
