One Moment will be a Friday ritual here at Adorable Chaos. I’ll highlight one moment of joy, beauty or mayhem from our week together.
She called to me from the family room. “I hope you don’t get mad,” she said, “but…I gave myself a tattoo again.” She revealed her leg faster than I could reply.
I was having one of those days when nothing seems to be going right. I was worried that we weren’t doing enough, that my little women weren’t getting enough.
And the tattoo put me at ease, lightened my spirit, made me laugh. My relationship with my daughter trumps everything else. It’s more important than how many books she has read this week, how many math facts she has committed to memory or if she cleaned her room (she hasn’t).
She loves me. She tattooed it on her thigh so I could see. The ink will wash away, but the memory will stay.