I have this ring I wear on my pinky. Not many people notice it, they tend to stray to my other six rings, but it's my favorite. I'ts gold and in the shape of a crucifix. People think it's part of me being the "super religious" person I am, and it is to a point, but that's not the real reason it's there.
It used to belong to my mom. She got it from Colombia about 30 years ago when she was 16 in a market place, I believe. I always loved her rings, I loved the way they looked on her hands when I was a kid and your mom's hands were just the prettiest things. One day when I was around 12 years old we were in the kitchen getting ready to go out; my older sister, my mother, and I were standing by the island when she put the ring down and said, "Who wants it?"
I snatched that ring up so fast my sister didn't even have time to think.
When I first got the ring, I used to debate with myself back and forth on whether I wanted to be burried with it when I died and keep it forever, or pass it on. Eventually I decided I wanted to pass it on. I created this whole plan to give it to my second daughter, because I am the second daughter and my mother is too. I also would name her Aura Lucia, becuase that's my mother's name and my grandmother's name and it was supposed to be mine too. I always felt kind of gyped for that. I thought I'd make it a family hairloom of some sort; pass it from Aura Lucia to Aura Lucia. I thought it was a fitting plan to keep it going that way, considering my mom took after her mom and I take after my mom; I hoped this cycle would continue and create this neverending circle. I still like the idea of connecting the generations and if it all pans out that way I'd invisioned that'd just make life ten times sweeter. Regardless of who it is, though, I'm plan on passing the ring on.
Now every time I look at my hand, I think of my mom. I think about everything she's given me besides my favorite ring. She's given me independence and taught me how to look after myself, make decisions wisely and on my own. She's given me a good home, a good family, someone to talk to even when I don't feel like talking much. My mother's given me a good life and some one to look up to, and I love her dearly for everything she's ever given me.
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I think it's great that you have something so important to you with you where ever you go. It's neat to think that something as simple as a ring can hold so much thought and importance. But it can and so many people over look the small things and in today's world are led to believe that their most valuable possession should be their most prized or hold the most value. It's great to see that it's not the case for all people.
I think you have a great story that can be passed down with the ring, if you choose to. You did a great job of portraying why your ring is important to you and simply showing the connection you have with it.
Vagabond,
Its so interesting how something so small can me so much and have so much history to it. You probably get comments like its nice but people probably know how much the ring means to you. I also like how you admired the way it looked on your mothers fingers and how you want to make this ring an heirloom for you family and pass it on to generation after generation. Before reading this, I was under the impression that heirlooms were these expensive things that were fragile and because they are priceless to a family can't ever be sold or lost. After reading your post I've gained a new appreciation for heirlooms and how something bought at a market can mean so much.
It sounds like a really nice ring that holds so much meaning. I could see how when people look at it all they see is a crucifix, yet it holds so much more meaning. I think it's a great idea that you will pass it down as a family heirloom. Traditions can be so much fun and it's great that you have been a part in starting one. It sounds like you have a really great relationship with your mom and that's such a nice thing to have.
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