I searched and I dug. I knew I had saved them carefully and privately. There in the bottom layer of an old jewelry box, they lay side-by-side.
Twenty-seven years ago I became a Mother; the true loss of virginity for the female species, no matter how it occurs. I started my quest this evening thinking I would look back on what else I was doing on this day over the past thirty years or so. That is a simple matter of reading the journals. Finding the bracelets, her’s so slim and fragile; mine so thick with responsibility, was a side track that became the more important quest.
I hope some day she partitions life as BM – before Motherhood and AM after Menopause…wait, did I just say that?? Seriously, I have always thought, well at least since going through the throes of parenting, that birthdays should honor the parent, as well the person who was born that particular day.