My momma had a ring when I was about seven. It had her birthstone, my daddys, my brothers, and mine. But, since we lived on a farm, the stones fell out, and the ring became tarnished. Daddy replaced it with a new one, but wouldn’t you know, the very next year, our baby brother came along, and the ring was no longer good. So, when I grew up, and became a momma myself, I got my momma her new mother’s ring with all ten of us kids’ birthstones along the band. I had to design it myself since ten is not a usual number on a ring. Boy, did she love it! She was crying harder than Bucky did during Old Yeller. It made me feel good to know I got my momma something she would cherish the rest of her life. Someday I hope one of my daughters can do it for me too.
Feb 08