Father-Daughter bonding.
The most amazing thing happened yesterday.
Over lunch at Jim's, I told my parents that I wanted a tattoo for graduation, and I'd already decided what design I wanted and where on my body I wanted it (for those curious, a celtic-knot style infinity symbol on the curve of my lower back).
And my dad said, "Okay. I'll go with you to the tattoo parlor, and we can get one together."
"Uh..." I blinked. "You mean, you'd get one too?"
"Sure," my dad said almost casually with an odd smile in his eyes. I somehow realized he wasn't kidding. "Yes, I'd get one with you! We'll both get a tattoo for your graduation."
Even my mom turned to stare at him at this point. "You would??" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes!" He smiled with a strange satisfaction. "I'd get some kind of animal... I think a dragon on my shoulder or arm."
And my parents then proceeded to discuss, right in front of me, the best places for getting a tattoo, for men and for women.
If this doesn't sound odd to you, you don't know my parents. They're in their early 60s, and while they were high school teachers for 30 years, as baby boomers they are somewhat conservative compared to most parents of people my age nowadays... they have the maturity and wisdom of most grandparents (and they're old enough to be mine).
The one thing I can connect this to... is the time dad got his ear pierced for his 50th birthday. Mom and I both couldn't believe it. Here, Mr. Unsocialble who generally never likes to have company in the house, whether he knows them or not, was doing something wild and crazy. Mid-life crisis? It's a little late for that... or is it? In this day and age, people are living a very long time. But dad was never in a state of despair, either.
So I'll just have to accept that my dad has a wild streak in him. Much in the same manner that we all eventually have to accept that our parents must have had sex at LEAST once.
So, strange as it is to say, I now look forward to getting a tattoo with my pop following my walk across the stage this December. Talk about father-daughter bonding, eh?
~Infin
Over lunch at Jim's, I told my parents that I wanted a tattoo for graduation, and I'd already decided what design I wanted and where on my body I wanted it (for those curious, a celtic-knot style infinity symbol on the curve of my lower back).
And my dad said, "Okay. I'll go with you to the tattoo parlor, and we can get one together."
"Uh..." I blinked. "You mean, you'd get one too?"
"Sure," my dad said almost casually with an odd smile in his eyes. I somehow realized he wasn't kidding. "Yes, I'd get one with you! We'll both get a tattoo for your graduation."
Even my mom turned to stare at him at this point. "You would??" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes!" He smiled with a strange satisfaction. "I'd get some kind of animal... I think a dragon on my shoulder or arm."
And my parents then proceeded to discuss, right in front of me, the best places for getting a tattoo, for men and for women.
If this doesn't sound odd to you, you don't know my parents. They're in their early 60s, and while they were high school teachers for 30 years, as baby boomers they are somewhat conservative compared to most parents of people my age nowadays... they have the maturity and wisdom of most grandparents (and they're old enough to be mine).
The one thing I can connect this to... is the time dad got his ear pierced for his 50th birthday. Mom and I both couldn't believe it. Here, Mr. Unsocialble who generally never likes to have company in the house, whether he knows them or not, was doing something wild and crazy. Mid-life crisis? It's a little late for that... or is it? In this day and age, people are living a very long time. But dad was never in a state of despair, either.
So I'll just have to accept that my dad has a wild streak in him. Much in the same manner that we all eventually have to accept that our parents must have had sex at LEAST once.
So, strange as it is to say, I now look forward to getting a tattoo with my pop following my walk across the stage this December. Talk about father-daughter bonding, eh?
~Infin