If I were going to get a tattoo, this is what I'd get:
That red "C" on my forearm is like the international symbol of motherhood-
the perfect imprint of a baby's ear where he's slept in his mother's arms for hours.
It's an emblem which spans all cultures and races in our maternal commonality;
Mommies hold babies,
babies sleep in their mother's arms;
That red "C" is the best expression of the purest form of happiness I know.
I want to wear it on my arm for so so so many days,
but I know he'll be running around independently before I barely blink.
Letting me rock him to sleep will be the furthest thing from his mind.
If I ever decide to get a tattoo, that "C" will become permanent.