A Material Girl?

Day 26 – January Daily Blog Posting Month

I feel a little strange writing about this topic, but here goes.

Today, I visited the jeweler that made my engagement ring and our wedding bands.

The reason?

To start the process on making my “mother’s ring”.

I had one made a few years ago when it was just the two kids, but it was shoddy craftsmanship and the stones fell out a lot and eventually, a few days after I found out number three was on the way, I got the ring caught in the top of the washing machine and it broke.

So, once it was official that the third little one was indeed on his way, I was secretly thrilled to discover that his birthstone would be my favorite gemstone.


My daughter’s birthstone is imperial topaz (or citrine), and my first son’s is diamond.  We all know what a diamond looks like, but in case you didn’t know, this is what imperial topaz looks like:

The original ring I had made a few years ago had both lab-created citrine and white sapphire stones.   At the time, the idea of getting a diamond seemed a bit too much given I wasn’t getting an imperial topaz stone.  I also wasn’t interested in spending a lot of money.  Maybe deep down I knew I wasn’t quite finished having kids?  I’m not sure.  It was a pretty ring and I wish I had taken a photo of it, but sadly, none exists.

In any event, when I saw my jeweler today and showed him what was left of the ring, he chastised me for wasting my money.  Ha!  The man is good at what he does and knows it.   Fair enough. Lesson learned.  If I want a high quality ring made, he is definitely the man to do it.

Someone once called me materialistic.  She had just gotten engaged and to demonstrate my enthusiasm and excitement for her, I asked her what was the carat weight of her diamond.  Her response was that I was being materialistic, since I didn’t even like diamonds, what did it matter?  In my defense, it was a question in response to her stating that the diamond was “top of the line”.  [Granted, I didn’t think much of diamonds back then, until my now-husband presented me with one a few years later.]  Needless to say, the comment hurt deeply and even now, as I’m writing this, I worry that you, my readers might roll your eyes at this post.

Is it materialistic to want a nice ring to commemorate the birth of my children?  Is it materialistic to want something to represent the three surgeries and recoveries, and the postpartum depression I suffered? Is it materialistic to want to have a future family heirloom I can pass down to my grandchildren?

Is it?