Several years ago while attending an outing at Brookfield Zoo (Chicagoland) as a chaperone for my son's 4th or 5th grade class, my son wanted to buy a hacky sack (not sure of the spelling) because all the other kids were buying them and tossing them into the air, etc., and, of course, he wanted to do the same. I gave him money and told him to bring me back the change. When he brought back the change, he gave me a "rose quartz" that he had purchased for me that he spied near the hacky sacks. I thanked him heartily (I thought that was so thoughtful of him) and put the stone in my pocket.
At that time I was just beginning to use stones for protection and whatever and my son was always a part of all that I did because I shared all that I did with him, so he "knew". I didn't, however, at the time, know what rose quartz represented. I asked a friend shortly after that who had more experience in stones than I, and she told me that Rose quartz among many things, is for "happy children". I thought, "Awwww..."
I carried that rose quartz with me everywhere, no matter what. It was always in my pocket, in my bra, or in a pouch in my purse if I were in evening wear and couldn't keep it on or near my body. It is my most treasured possession.
Well, one day, during my son's football game as I photographed the game from the sidelines, I lost the rose quartz as it came out of my pocket when I pulled out the lens cap that I had tucked in the front of my jeans. I didn't notice it was missing until later when I went to retrieve my stones from the pocket of my jeans. I was crushed. That stone meant so much to me, and it still does.
Two weeks after losing the stone, and after 14 days of hundreds of 7-14 year olds running, stomping, rolling, etc., on the ground during football and cheerleading practices, several lawn mowings, waterings, events, etc., as I was along the sidelines taking pictures of my son's football game, I glanced down and there was my rose quartz, just waiting for me.
It came back to me. After all that, it came back to me. That is my most important memory of all time.
My son who is now 18, has left me and moved out for a variety of reasons. We still talk and see each other occassionally at events and family gatherings but we don't communicate like we used to. We were best friends before, and now we're more like well known aquaintences. It has been one of the most difficult things for me to deal with and get through. At the very moment, while writing the above, "It came back to me", I realized that my son, too, will come back to me. That rose quartz from him to me had symbolized that return of his love and friendship back then, I just didn't realize it until right this very moment. He just needs to work through this on his own, but he'll come back and we will be best friends once again.
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Several years ago while attending an outing at Brookfield Zoo (Chicagoland) as a chaperone for my son's 4th or 5th grade class, my son wanted to buy a hacky sack (not sure of the spelling) because all the other kids were buying them and tossing them into the air, etc., and, of course, he wanted to do the same. I gave him money and told him to bring me back the change. When he brought back the change, he gave me a "rose quartz" that he had purchased for me that he spied near the hacky sacks. I thanked him heartily (I thought that was so thoughtful of him) and put the stone in my pocket.
At that time I was just beginning to use stones for protection and whatever and my son was always a part of all that I did because I shared all that I did with him, so he "knew". I didn't, however, at the time, know what rose quartz represented. I asked a friend shortly after that who had more experience in stones than I, and she told me that Rose quartz among many things, is for "happy children". I thought, "Awwww..."
I carried that rose quartz with me everywhere, no matter what. It was always in my pocket, in my bra, or in a pouch in my purse if I were in evening wear and couldn't keep it on or near my body. It is my most treasured possession.
Well, one day, during my son's football game as I photographed the game from the sidelines, I lost the rose quartz as it came out of my pocket when I pulled out the lens cap that I had tucked in the front of my jeans. I didn't notice it was missing until later when I went to retrieve my stones from the pocket of my jeans. I was crushed. That stone meant so much to me, and it still does.
Two weeks after losing the stone, and after 14 days of hundreds of 7-14 year olds running, stomping, rolling, etc., on the ground during football and cheerleading practices, several lawn mowings, waterings, events, etc., as I was along the sidelines taking pictures of my son's football game, I glanced down and there was my rose quartz, just waiting for me.
It came back to me. After all that, it came back to me. That is my most important memory of all time.
My son who is now 18, has left me and moved out for a variety of reasons. We still talk and see each other occassionally at events and family gatherings but we don't communicate like we used to. We were best friends before, and now we're more like well known aquaintences. It has been one of the most difficult things for me to deal with and get through. At the very moment, while writing the above, "It came back to me", I realized that my son, too, will come back to me. That rose quartz from him to me had symbolized that return of his love and friendship back then, I just didn't realize it until right this very moment. He just needs to work through this on his own, but he'll come back and we will be best friends once again.
Laura/whereabouts
posted on July 17, 2009 9:11 AM ()
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