When I was a kid, I had a charm bracelet. This one, as a matter of fact.
I don't remember wearing it all that often, although maybe I did - there's a LOT of stuff I don't remember.
My mom made it for me. There's a random assortment of stuff on there - a "C" for my first name, an incredibly awkward photo of me in middle school (I'm pretty sure it's on there to keep me humble, for I was truly a gawky and weird looking kid), and random charms to symbolize different times in my life.
A teeny ring I wore when I was a baby.
An anchor for my dad's Navy career.
A couple of different Girl Scout emblems.
A medal that I wore pinned to my diaper when I was an infant.
A couple of other medals that I'm not sure of the significance, but they are there.
A ballerina - for I took ballet from the time I was 7 until I was pregnant with Mackenzie. A long time, indeed.
Recently, I was cleaning out my jewelry and found the bracelet. I put it on - there's not a lot thin about me, but my wrists are ridiculously small - and realized that it still fits. I have a couple of random charms - one I was given at Blissdom, among others - and I thought I might go and get a few more. To update the bracelet, make it more personable to who I am now.
Maybe a coffee cup. A martini glass. A computer. A book. A pair of boxing gloves. Maybe something for each of my kids.
I really want a Pandora bracelet, but that won't be in my budget for quite a while, and I think I'll ultimately be happier with this.
There's a lot of memories in this bracelet, and I want to keep it in my field of vision.
Today I am thankful for my mom. She's always there for my kids, always helpful in a myriad of small ways and is a comfortable, non judgemental sounding board. Thanks, Mom.