A few weeks ago my mom and I were discussing what I should do with my wedding rings. I don’t want to have them made into something else for either myself or my sisters, as that is bad karma, and I cannot trade them in at the jeweler as they are considered “diamond fashion jewelry” instead of wedding. Whatever. That is neither here nor there.
So, to get ideas, I asked my mom what she had done with her first set of weddng rings. She told me she still had them – that they were in the safe deposit box. I had actually seen them a few years ago, when my dad and I had gone in there for something, but didn’t know that’s what they were. I told her that, and she asked me if I’d like them. ???? As you all know, my biological father is not something that is ever discussed….I told her that I’d like to have them, but that I would like to wear them, and woudln’t that make her feel weird? She said no, and the subject was dropped. I figured that she’d forget all about it, and it would be the end.
Today, she came by work to drop off some stuff for me, and had the wedding rings with her, along with the matching necklace that she said I “should have too.”
I love them, and plan to wear them, and think it’s really cool that my mom was finally able to get over herself enough to pass them on. It’s funny that it took almost 30 years after my birth and 25 years after the divorce for her to be ok with things….