Last night I dreamed about a special person who occupied a
big part of my life. That was my mother-in-law. What a woman she was. Giving,
kind, organized and most of all, the family Big Kahuna.
In my dream, she had come back, was alive. She was a little
confused, having been gone so long. How I have missed her!
She mentioned that she used to have a ring with colored gems
in it. I knew she was talking about her Mother’s Ring that she wore always,
except when she had her hands in a bowl, mixing ground meat or kneading dough.
That ring, so precious to her, now sits in my jewelry box,
protected, not to be lost. Its value in dollars? Probably not much. Its worth
in sentimental value, more than money could buy.
Her house was the “Gathering Place” on Christmas Eve and
many other times throughout the year. There were often spur of the moment card
games or game nights held with just a phone call from her to a few members of the
family.
She might call and say, “I’m making homemade soup, do you
want some?”
Or pizza. She would say, “I’m making pizza. I’ll do the St.
Rose wrap. Just stop after work and pick it up.” The St. Rose wrap was wrapping
the pizza in waxed paper, then wrapping it again in newspaper. A local church
she attended sold pizza on Fridays when my husband was a boy and that is how
they wrapped it.
Do you know someone with a Mother's Ring? Do they or you still wear it?
