1The Necklace
Becca Smulski was turning seven years old the day she got it. She can still remember peeking in the small gift bag with anticipation. It wasn't the largest present she was receiving that day, but she knew there was something special about this gift.
Excitement took over and she tore into the bag to feel around for the contents. It was light and she thought maybe it was money. If it was she couldn't wait to go to the dollar store next Sunday.
But her fingers didn't brush against soft paper. She looked up at her mom, the giver of the gift, as she finally grasped it. It was cool and hard to the touch. Becca pulled out the necklace.
In admiration she examined the small piece of metal. It was shiny like a new dime and it had smaller pieces that weaved together in organized knots. It was the most beautiful thing Becca had ever been given.
"Thank you, Mom," she beamed, fiddling with the tag. When she got the paper off, she handed it to her mother. "Put it on, please."
Around her neck the jewelry hung low, onto her t-shirt. It looked silly with her outfit, but Becca felt like a princess with it.
Other presents were soon shoved on her lap and all of them were dearly loved, for a time. Now she can't even remember what they were.
That Sunday, Becca wore her first real piece of jewelry to church, and then school the following Monday. For nearly ten years it was what went with every outfit. It was her prize possession. Not only was it pretty but whenever she wore it, she remembered how much her mother loved her.
Looking back, you could see it pictured as Becca graduated from Prims to Stars and then when she became an Honor Star. Middle School came and still you'll see it in her school pictures.
High School arrived and Becca still tries to hold on to it. But it's not so shiny anymore and doesn't match her clothes. Her new earrings don't work with it's dull color and it's practically a choker now. Most of the time it sits in her jewelry box, only put on for a second before taken back off.
But while the necklace isn't proudly displayed around Becca's neck, if you ask her what her favorite accessory is, she would pulled out the old and beat up, practically worthless, necklace. And it isn't the way it looks or that fact that it's so old that makes it priceless to her. It has to do with the simple fact that it was from her mom. For whatever reason over the years there hasn't been a gift that meant more to Becca. From books to a laptop, it is a cheap five dollar necklace that makes her smile.
It's the little things that mother's do, that let's their children know they're loved.
Thanks, Mom. I love you. Have a wonderful Birthday.
Author's Note: So this is for my mother's birthday. Based on a true story. (Sorry if the Prims, Stars thing doesn't make sense. Has to do with my church.)
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