When Is Enough?
I have a few tattoos, and I have ideas for a few more. The one I am currently working on is Belle’s paw print, with her name through the pad (possibly).
To get an accurate price and timeline, though, I need an actual image of her paw. Since I want an exact replica of that paw, I have to imprint it on a piece of paper, take a photo, and send it to my artist. But this is a 43-pound dog we’re talking about, and she doesn’t like having her paw stamped. (I know because I’ve done it before.) So, I asked for my mom’s help and explained why I need the imprint.
She agreed to help, but as I was talking about potential placement and design, she chuckled uncomfortably and asked, “But when is enough enough?”
I laughed. “When I decide it is.”
“Well…I mean, okay.”
My mom isn’t a fan of tattoos. When I got my first one, she pursed her lips and wouldn’t talk to me for a few hours. She’s over it now, but she would still prefer to stay out of the tattoo conversation.
As someone with anxiety, I overthink everything, so I don’t get tattoos done without thinking the thing through a lot. Each one that I have—and any that I get in the future—has meaning to me. I have long thought they were a way to outwardly express my inward self. They’re a way for me to show my passions and my creativity. They’re a way to show others who God created me to be.
I don’t feel I am disrespecting my Savior when I get a tattoo because He is the one who designed me to love the things I love. The most important thing is to be sure I am not using what they represent as idols.
And that’s true of anything in life. We can love things, we can be passionate about things, but we cannot hold them above God or above our relationship with Him. And that’s a lesson I’m working on too.
Do your tattoos have meaning?
How many do you have?
How many is “enough” for you?