I know. I know! I've been living with that baggage for the past 2 years.
It's not something you just get over. No matter how understanding and comforting your mother is. No matter how much your mom puts your feelings, unrightfullyso, in front of her lost wedding ring feelings. You just don't forget about it.
Walk back with me to October, 2 years ago.
We were getting ready to move into our new house, I was planning for Julia's 3rd birthday, and my mom had taken her ring off to help paint four coats on every inch of our walls and ceilings. She forgot her wedding ring at our house, but we were planning on having Julia's party at my MIL's who lives in the same town as my parents.
"Don't worry Mom. I'll bring it over to Julia's party. It's no big deal."
That's what I thought, until it came time to hand it over just before singing Happy Birthday and I had no idea where it was. I felt like I was nosediving in a never ending black hole.
And as if feeling like the lowest daughter ever wasn't enough, 2 weeks later I took my ring off--to paint our laundry room--forgot that I shoved it in the pocket of my hooded sweatshirt, stowed it away in the back of my closet and lost that ring for a good 7 months.
And I wonder how I ever was a good Maid of Honor.
It didn't matter that we had just moved to a new town, that I had just found out we were pregnant with #3--that ended up to be #3 & #4--and that we were planning for the upcoming holidays. I had just lost 2 wedding rings in less than a month and I was pleading with God to turn over my mom's WAY before mine.
Which is what didn't happen. Of course my mom found my lost ring while perusing through my closet one afternoon. Tell me. How's a girl supposed to act excited when that happens?
But the page that made this drama take a turn for the best came last night when my MIL said she had been dusting her corner cabinet and found a ring pushed way to the back. She was wondering if it belonged to my mom.
It did! It did, it did, it did!
So, after my dad and I conspired a bit, we decided to put it in a small box and surprise her with it this morning. The exact way my dad did when he proposed.
That's when....they lived happily ever after.