In 1973 I was in High School and had my first real job. I saved and my dad took me to Montgomery Ward and I bought my mother a Mother's Ring with 6 stones. It cost $93.00. When I gave it to her on Mother's Day that year she looked at it, put it on and said "the stones on the ends will scratch my other fingers. You just gave this to me to hurt me." She took it off and put it in the box and walked away. My dad appologized, as always. I never saw that ring again. She passed away Nov 1, 05. This past june my sisters and I got together to go through her jewelry. There was that Mother's Ring. The band was worn thin, the prongs were worn almost completely off the end stones. I said "there's the ring I bought mom". My sister said: "Yeah, and we never heard the end of it either. She never took it off." I moved away and only saw her 5-6 times a year. I never saw that ring on her hand. She would take it off so I couldn't see that she really loved it. That's the only piece of jewelry that I have of my mother's. I had a new band and prongs put on it. It just feels good to have it. My sisters fought over the rest of the diamonds, rings and bracelets. I have what she loved but could never tell me. I can see that she loved it. That's all I need. |