In my family, jewelry being passed down to the next female family member is a big deal. My grandmother was not a wealthy woman by any means, although she was a hard worker who did the job of 2 parents to support 4 children single handedly.
We have a lifelong tradition of the mother passing jewelry down to the female family members. I have known since I was very young I would one day inherit jewelry from the female members of my family, and particularly from my own mother.
I have a very young daughter, and she already knows my jewelry will one day be hers. For me, the importance of wearing something that was once worn by someone I love is inestimable. The emotional value is greater than any monetary value the jewelry itself could ever hold.
Is this a tradition in your own family? What does it mean to you? I’d love to hear about pieces you have inherited, and what they mean to you.
Two pieces I’ve already inherited from my mother, who is still living, I wear nearly every day. One is a ring made of diamonds and emeralds (one is my birthstone, and was gifted to her by my father after I was born as a push present). The other is a gold necklace with pendant, which I had coveted since a very young age. I love and treasure both pieces ferociously. The thought of my daughter one day wearing these pieces once I am gone makes me feel at peace.
We have a lifelong tradition of the mother passing jewelry down to the female family members. I have known since I was very young I would one day inherit jewelry from the female members of my family, and particularly from my own mother.
I have a very young daughter, and she already knows my jewelry will one day be hers. For me, the importance of wearing something that was once worn by someone I love is inestimable. The emotional value is greater than any monetary value the jewelry itself could ever hold.
Is this a tradition in your own family? What does it mean to you? I’d love to hear about pieces you have inherited, and what they mean to you.
Two pieces I’ve already inherited from my mother, who is still living, I wear nearly every day. One is a ring made of diamonds and emeralds (one is my birthstone, and was gifted to her by my father after I was born as a push present). The other is a gold necklace with pendant, which I had coveted since a very young age. I love and treasure both pieces ferociously. The thought of my daughter one day wearing these pieces once I am gone makes me feel at peace.