The older I get, the more I realize that there is a whole lot more to my mom than I ever knew when I was growing up. Like when I was home visiting over the fourth of July. We were in her bedroom getting dressed, and she asked me to zip her dress. I happened to look down at her back, and saw a tattoo! I had no idea my mom had a tattoo, and in what I’m sure was a shocked voice said “Mom, what is that?!” She just smiled and said it was just a little something from a Hawaii tattoo parlor from a long time ago. Then she said not to look so shocked, because she hadn’t always been ”mom”.