A mother’s ring…

a mothers ring

“I had an inheritance from my father,
It was the moon and the sun.
And though I roam all over the world,
The spending of it’s never done.”
Ernest HemingwayFor Whom the Bell Tolls~

I went over to my elderly Mom’s apartment last week and I heard her rummaging around in her bedroom as I was in her kitchen getting her medications set up for the week.  I had a gut instinct that I knew what she was doing…  digging out her jewelry to give me the pieces that she wants to make sure I get when she dies.  This has been a pretty constant conversation with her for the past year or so… as she was moving to the age of 89.  Hitting the age of 89 has put it into her head that she doesn’t have much time left on this earth even though she is physically in pretty good shape.  Over the past year,  she has aged so much…

As her only daughter,  it is important to her (and to me), that I am able to have her engagement ring and wedding band.  My parents got divorced after twenty-five years of marriage but neither remarried and now my mom is talking about him regularly over the past few months… more than she has over the combined years since he died over twenty-three years ago.  The rings are a symbol of the love that they once had  but also a symbol of the suffering and heartbreak they both endured.

As a very spiritual person who believes that death brings a life greater than what we have here on this earth,  I tend to think that mom is reconnecting with my dad through her conversations about him.  I wonder if there may be some  hope within her that this man who she once loved and bore five children with, will be there when she transitions to the other side… to be waiting for her with outstretched arms with their baby boy in his arms (who had died over sixty years ago).

It is important for my mom to leave things to her children.  She has the rings that she will give her grand-daughters…, tangible reminders of their grandma. She has determined which one of my brothers will get the lamp or the antique table… making the decisions of who should get what has become a very important goal at this time in her life.

If only my mom could really understand that the legacy she leaves us is not the jewelry,  the antique glassware or an antique piece of furniture…  but rather a legacy of a mom who was our strength,  our rock,  a woman of perseverance and commitment who made sure her children were raised with the values that were imbedded in her…

What is the legacy that your parents will be leaving you (or have left you) with?

What is the legacy that you would want to leave your children?

4 thoughts on “A mother’s ring…

  1. You should give the disclaimer that reading this will make you cry! It made me think about my mother (and father) as well as my grandparents. My two grandfathers have both passed, but my two grandmothers are still alive & well. My one grandmother will be celebrating her 90th birthday in November, and we are planning a party/family get together for her, as well as a scrapbook to give her as a gift. Each member of the family will be putting a drawing (for the kids), a poem, a story, something about what she means to each of us, a special memory, etc. I know that will mean more to her than any other gift. I think I even wrote a paper in high school about my grandmother & great grandmother, and what I had learned from them. As you state, our parents & grandparents leave so much more than items… I can’t thank my parents enough for all that I have learned from them.

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    1. Amy,

      Thanks for taking the time to read my posts… you are so fortunate to still have both grandmothers and your parents still around – embrace them and honor them!

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