“My mother gave me my grandmother’s ring. She gave it to me. The ring is not a vintage ring. It’s an ugly design (if you can even call it a design), and it’s too big for me. I would never wear it. I decided that since the ring is mine, I can do what I want with it. I went and exchanged it at the jewelry store for a beautiful piece of jewelry that I really liked.
Called my mom to share the joy of his successful purchase, and she gave me a scandal.
How could you do this? How could you sell my ring without my permission? After all, it is not just a ring, but a memory. A family heirloom.
I tried to explain that since the thing is now mine, then I have the right to dispose of it. But to no avail. Mom didn’t even listen to me. And at this point we said goodbye. After a while she called me, but I was so angry at her that I didn’t talk to her. And she texted me that I was probably right. Like, wear, my daughter’s new jewelry with pleasure.
Now what’s the pleasure after that? It turns out that this wretched thing is not a gift to me, but gave it to me for safekeeping, since I can not do anything with it. And why do I need it? It’s an ugly situation. It’s very offensive that my mom acted this way. Especially since my grandmother is alive, and her relationship with her mother, and with me quite tense. What kind of memory?”.
This is a story I just read in my Facebook feed yesterday and it got me so hooked that I decided to discuss it. Personally, I can’t even imagine disposing of an essentially “family heirloom” like that. Yes, it may be a typical stampede rather than a jewelry masterpiece, but it’s part of the family’s history anyway. Whatever the relationship. Even if no one ever wears this ring, the thing is already a rarity. And the next generation will be interested to see what kind of jewelry their ancestors wore. And who knows what will be in fashion. Everything goes in circles. And for the daughter it’s a memory of her mother when she’s gone. And about her grandmother, too.
And then the girl exchanged it for the same modern stamping, judging by all. I’m not talking about the quality of modern gold. As a last resort, you can have an old piece of jewelry remade for you by a jeweler. This way both the memory will be kept and the decoration will not lie idle. Will delight the new owners and passed on. It will still have a history.
In the end, you can buy yourself a piece of jewelry and leave the ring alone.
I, of course, completely on the side of his mother and understand her indignation. After all, it never even occurred to her that her daughter may not understand that this is a memory. That it is a gift, but a gift to keep. Even ordinary gifts are not very decent to sell or give away, and here’s grandma’s ring.
But on the other hand you can try and understand the girl. For example, she is not the kind of person who gets attached to things. Those who prefer things that can be used, not just stored. After all, there are a lot of these family things at flea markets, which sooner or later become unnecessary anyway. So maybe it’s better to live here and now, not tied to any family history? If a girl doesn’t have it in her, she doesn’t need the memory, should we blame her? It turns out that her mother also has not conveyed these simple truths to her and understood it, since she accepted and eventually approved of her daughter’s decision? Maybe with a heavy heart, but she did.
