Queen of the Hive

It has been far too long since I’ve heard the familiar buzz of a tattoo gun. 5 years, give or take. I’ve always wanted more but, had to wait because of my pregnancies, then breastfeeding, and other necessities (like buying our first home, remodeling, then selling it, then buying our second home then moving/settling in, then landscaping and painting the exterior… oy!).

Now that things have begun to calm down (not really though because hello, we have 3 kids!) it’s time.

It’s ME time.

It’s time to get all the designs I’ve been working on the last 5ish years out of my head and onto my skin.

C’s birth date was etched onto my wrist when he was about 7 months old. I had plans to get L’s birth date done around his first birthday but, that was when I found out I was (surprise!) pregnant with our third. O is 7 months old now so no more excuses.

It was worth the wait to get both L and O’s birth dates at the same time. Just simple Roman numerals to represent three special dates and three special little boys.

Adding to their birth dates is a concept I came up with soon after I found out I was having our third boy. The Husband stated I would be the “queen” with all my little monsters. While I am out numbered, I’m well loved.

I chose a queen bee because she (and the collective hive) represent family, unity, working together, communication, and striving for/enjoying the sweetness of life. The crown is simple (because I’m not that bougie, ha). It incorporates an alternative triple moon symbol. I wanted the center or “full moon” to be a hexagon as a nod to a beehive. C was born during a full moon, L during a waxing moon and then O during a waning moon. The body of the bee includes a pentacle to represent the five of us. I especially love the dotwork shading style she used as it doesn’t feel or look too dark/heavy. Honestly, this pretty queen bee could not be a more perfect representation of our family.

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Thirty Eight

I turned the ripe old age of thirty eight on the twenty fifth of January.


If you had told me I’d be 37 weeks pregnant with our third child at the age of 38, I would have laughed hysterically in your face.

I never imagined I’d be a mother to one child let alone three. When I was in my teens and 20s I was sure I didn’t want children. Then I changed my mind and stated I’d like one (mostly, I knew I could only handle one, ha).

It wasn’t until I turned 30 that I/we seriously entertained the thought. Then I told myself my “cut off” (for having kids &/or getting pregnant) was 35. Obviously that didn’t work out quite like as I planned.

Isn’t that life though? You can make all these plans for the future, but in reality you’ve absolutely no control of how things will work out. Planning can only take you so far. That’s the frustratingly beautiful and exciting part of it.

I’m a planner by nature. I like to know what’s going to happen next – my next move, what I can expect, what is expected of me… It has taken me a long while to be OK with ‘going with the flow’, to relax. It wasn’t until I became a mother/parent did I realize I had to give up control sometimes (read: most of the time) and it’s totally OK to do so.

Here’s hoping the year ahead will be a good one. After all, we’ll soon be a family of 5 and it can only get better from there!

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