"Sometimes it takes years to really grasp
what has happened to your life" – Wilma Rudolph
For a few years now I have wanted a mothers ring. No, not those big silly obnoxious gramma stones. Not the thing like my mother has. All set in yellow gold with mish mash of birth stones. I wanted a custom ring. Something that I could design myself. And then put my childrens stones in it. It would be white gold or sterling (I dont wear yellow gold).
I have thought about this off and on for years. Usually around mothers day. I decided I will do it and I think I found a place that can give me a rather unique ring with my childrens birth stones in it.
The vendor/design accomodates engraving of the childs name next to each stone. I like that sentimment but um, err, how do I put my daughter? Two names? Birth name? Her amended name?
God, I hate this shit.
I think I decided on doing their DOBs or nothing at all.
Amazing how adoption fucks with the natural order of the world and makes the simplest things so very complex.