|The platinum band I bought myself Mother's Day 2000|
16 years ago this coming Mother's Day when I was neither a wife, girlfriend, love interest and definitely not anyone's mother - I bought myself a platinum diamond ring.
I was a few months ahead of my self-imposed Spanish exile, planning and saving for my move to Spain set to commence that fall.
I remember vividly as I saw friends and family after that purchase some of the questions:
Who bought that for you?
Why are you wearing it on that finger?
What's up with that, Denise?
Wow, is there something you want to tell us?
I faced those questions with the same answer over and over.
I bought it for me.
Because I wanted it.
Because I'm worth it.
At that time, all my closest friends had married and were starting families. Most of my family had written me off as a career gal "who couldn't keep a man." And I'd started to doubt I'd ever find love.
I was 28 years old.
But then I saw that band. And it meant to world to me to gift it to myself. I had found love... me loving me. Me accepting me and where I was in life. I was about to embark on an adventure living in Europe - Spain to be exact if not then, when? Would I wait for a man to buy me a platinum diamond ring? With no prospects in sight - that seemed absurd. So I did it.
And almost 16 years later this ring does for me MORE than it did for me then. As I am transitioning from married woman to single woman, my finger was bare for a few months. It felt naked and weird after 15 years "belonging" in my marriage. Then I looked in my jewelry chest and pulled out this band.
I wear it today with much pride. I love me today WAY more than the me who bought this ring. I am even more confident of what I have to offer and who I am. And that purchase which at the time seemed bold and big - really speaks to me on my new journey of recalibration.
This little token has big value and is a reminder of the great woman I am even in the midst of great change.
My 28 year old self was wise enough to foreshadow what my 44 year old self needed.