When I was a little girl I loved to look inside my Mother’s jewelery box. My absolute favorite pieces were two necklaces I never saw her wear. I think she wore them in her younger years when she dressed for fancy dances. They were made of sparkly rhinestones. I thought they looked like diamonds, something a beautiful young princess should wear.
I wanted them in the worst way. My Mother promised I could wear them when I was old enough to dress for a prom. But by that time, it was the hippie era and they were hopelessly out of fashion. So alas, I never had an occasion to wear them.
A number of years ago, when my Mom could still remember how much I loved them, she gave them to me. Today, they sit in my jewelry box, unworn. But sometimes I get them out. They haven’t lost their power, I can still see the beautiful young princess wearing them.
But I no longer love them for their glittering glitz. It’s the memories they contain that are so precious. Memories of a little girl and a young Mother who loved her so.