A day or two ago, I told you about the Wedding Bible Tradition our mama started back in 1949.
The other important (in my mind, at least) tradition is one that started after Mama died.
I don’t remember who started it. I just know it wasn’t me. One of my brilliant sisters (I’m thinking Sister Debbie or Sister Cindy or maybe both) wore a piece of Mama’s jewelry to one of our Important Events. (Either a graduation or a wedding or something REALLY important, at least in our lives.)
Anyway, they pointed it out to me and said, “I wanted Mama to be represented.” I loved that idea! So after that, I wore something of Mom’s to every Important Event.
When #1 Son had his surprise wedding (have I told you about that?) I wore one of Mama’s rings. When I told him why I was wearing it, he got tears in his eyes for just a moment. Good tears, but still, tears.
At another Important Event, I told the honoree I’d brought Mama and showed my piece of jewelry. Honoree popped back at me and we went away smiling.
Then my niece who lived next door to me for a while got married. Gorgeous girl. Beautiful wedding. Fabulous time. After her makeup was on, while she was dressing, I dropped into the dressing room to say hi.
While I was there, I did my, “I brought Grandmommy,” thing, expecting a sweet smile.
Instead, I got tears. Not just filled eyes. I got TEARS! streaming down her face. “Why’d you do this to me?”
I scrammed out of there, fast! I could just see me walking into the wedding with a black eye or maybe an Indian sunburn from my sister as punishment for my evilness. (Sorry about that, Kendal.)
Fast forward to Brad’s Big Day. No matter how many tears my niece had shed, I still wanted my sibs to represent Mama by wearing her jewelry. So I texted each of them and asked them to wear at least one piece.
That’s my hand on the far left. I inherited a ring Mama got once when we were in New York City, and while it’s not one I wear very often, it brings back wonderful memories. (I was seven months pregnant with my first son.)
Amy’s is next. She wears Mom’s spinner ring all the time. Deb has on Mom’s ring, and Cindy (far right) who I’m guessing has forgiven me for making her daughter cry at her wedding has on Mama’s ring, bracelet and a necklace.
Even #4, who wasn’t able to make it to the wedding (although she wanted to be there with all her heart) kept Mama with her that day.
Brother Jeffrey forgot.
When I told Brad about it the night of his wedding, there were no tears. No popping back.
He just gave me a sincere smile and said, “Wow, Mom. That’s really nice.”
Anyone want to share a tradition your family enjoys? Wedding? Christmas? Births of babies? Anything?
I’d love to find a new one to rip off. 🙂
- Wedding Trads (smalltownworld.wordpress.com)
- H♥b♥d♥ Kendal (smalltownworld.wordpress.com)
- Do You Lent? (smalltownworld.wordpress.com)