So, I did it.
As the title says, it’s not about religion. I don’t subscribe to a belief system but I wanted to have something that represented where I come from and this is the simplest way for me to do that. I have always thought it was a beautiful design, but I understand there will be those that won’t agree with me. I can deal with that.
In fact, I used to wear a necklace that had a cross and a Star of David but stopped wearing it many years ago as the chain needs fixing and I never got round to sorting that out. When I first visited Israel with Mum, I got told off by a Christian Arab for wearing my necklace; he said it was wrong to wear a Christian and Jewish symbol together, but I quickly told him that I would never deny where I come from. And to me, this is no different. Well, it is in one respect, as it is permanent!
You see, I have a stupidly enormous pride in my heritage, I love being a mongrel of mixed backgrounds and I could bore the pants off you talking about my family and ancestors from east London and France. I won’t of course, unless you wish to ask me about how to get started researching your family tree.
This is my way to honour my parents and their beginnings, sentimental twaddle you might think. You might be right, but I love them, so there we are. Of course, Mum was not very happy when I told her I was getting this done and if Dad was alive, I know he wouldn’t have been either!
The procedure itself took about 30 minutes and it was not the most comfortable sensation in the world; the outline was more painful than the shading. It stung for a good while afterwards as well and is a bit tender today. I know that there is a small imperfection in the symmetry, but that just adds to the charm for me as neither religion or the human race are perfect! I’m looking forward to when the redness goes and it has healed properly, and I must remember not to scratch it when it itches!
Anyway, it’s done now and I love it.