We live in a youth adoring culture, one that definitely basks in the glow of a life not barely lived, rather than the shimmer of a older age. And for those of us experiencing middle age with it's resulting frown lines, and wrinkles, the fleeting feeling of youth has much appeal. With alternative lifestyle choices going mainstream it seems almost everyone has one, two, or maybe even many more tattoos. I understand the urge to look different than everyone else in a stream of bland normalcy, but I have not yet given way to the urge "to get some ink". I love tattoos, but on other people. I am wondering if my entire generation of ink lovin' mama's are going to be regretting their middle aged decisions sooner than they expected. I am also wondering how the heavily tattooed are going to fare. The ones that have less square inches of untattooed areas than a matchbox. What's going to happen when gravity hits my generation? When the perky little swallow with the cute swirls on the chest resembles something more like a pelican. Complete with drooping beak. When the sun star on the shoulder, becomes a oval shaped egg, with vague squiggly lines emanating from it? What happens when Mom, becomes MMMMMMMoooooooooooommmmmm? Maybe that's when I will realize that for me, I made the right decision.