My brother and sister-in-law sent me a box of memories for my birthday this year. I pulled this out and couldn't quite figure it out. It's my mom's first initial and her last name.
I asked my friend Wanda about it since she's worked in hospitals for a long time.
Wanda: "What color is it?"
Me: "Pink and white"
Wanda: "Is it big or small?"
Me: "Very small"
Wanda: "It's the bracelet they put on you in the nursery so they'd know you belong to your mommy".
Wow. I have to admit that gave me goosebumps and made me tear up over the significance of it. My mother passed away a number of years ago so I'm so grateful to have this special tangible memento.
The painting of me was done by my brother Ron when I was around three and he was in his early 20's (check out WalkingFortBragg.blogspot for his blog). I come from a very artistic, crafty family. My Mom was always working on something (crochet, knitting, and needlework and sewed me some beautiful clothes. My Dad ("Papa") was always making "something out of nothing" and carved beautiful images from a single piece of wood. Both of my brothers are basically mechanical engineers and artists. My brother Ron is a wonderful pen-and-ink artist and my brother Ken is a woodworker and drummer. I spend most of my waking hours at a corporate job. It's interesting, challenging, and I'm blessed to have it. However, I look forward to the day when I can explore more of my creative side. In the meantime, I squeeze in crafting, playing music and photography/design wherever and whenever I can.
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