Recently, as I tucked Halle in to bed, we talked about my favorite accessory. As she played with my wrist, she reminded me that "Grandma wears one too" and that "she even sleeps with her bracelet on."
And this has me wondering... the fact that my Mom is never without her silver bangle. Could it be my desire to do so also is a result of her example, ingrained in me? Is the simple desire to wear a silver bracelet or the pleasure in doing so a subconscious idea from my childhood, a memory of my mother's adorned wrist? And how is it that I came to love such a thing without ever really thinking it, or deciding of the possibility? Do I love it because it's something Mom did?
I remember as a little girl I always wanted to be like the big girls... I absorbed every detail of those I fondly admired. I still do. As life plugs along I find myself all the more ready to receive insight and advice from those further down the road. I am grateful to glean from the wisdom of the seasoned women in my life. I hope to attain the peace and confidence I admire most about such women, and their secrets of survival. It's the beauty that comes with age.
And so, the silver bracelet represents many things... I am certain that my love of wearing one is in part due to my mother's example. And, in a similar way, the experiences of life and how the "big girls" have managed them are worthy of my deepest respect.
2 comments:
The details that our children notice and keep in their memories...more reason that us parents need to be mindful of the baton we pass to them...our love for Jesus, right? xoxo
Love this post! Your desire to emulate the "big girls" reminds me of the Jan Silvious book, "Big Girls Don't Whine". Have you seen it? Jan spoke at our women's retreat this spring... good stuff. When will I see you? Looking forward to an hour over coffee!
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