Wednesday, December 08, 2010

My Precious!

I try not to give importance to inanimate objects. I know that they are just a collection of molecules without a soul or consciousness and that they will blow up into an atomic dust like the rest of us when the inevitable nuclear doomsday finally arrives.

Still, it's hard not to hoard stuff that more often than not carry a significant sentimental value rather than monetary value. Unless you are super rich and you enjoy hoarding sport cars in your very own private multi-level car park.

I kept a really nicely shaped coral from our first trip to Barbados, the plastic clip that held's Blake's belly cord, some of Blake's daily nursery reports and so on. Obviously if there was a fire I won't linger around gathering any of it. I'll make sure Blake, Miron, and the dogs are safe and only go back for my iPhone if the house hasn't collapsed yet. Only then I'll check to see how the horrible old woman next door is doing. 

I said check, not help out.

In June 2007 we went on a lovely 19 days trip to China. During one of our stops we received an e-mail from our future surrogate. We were told that we might have to wait up to eight months to find a carrier so we didn't expect that e-mail since it's been only a little over a week since we started looking. We were very excited, as our plan to have a baby was solidifying and becoming a reality. During our stay in Tibet we found ourselves in a big shop full of all sorts of exciting and exotic thing-a-bobs. I really liked one of the silver rings and Miron got it for me. It cost about $30. According to the seller it said "Ideal World" in Tibetan, but for all I know it might've said "I like boobies". 


I immediately liked it. It was going to remind me of this wonderful trip that was wonderful entirely on its own, but also because during that trip our journey to parenthood has really kicked off. It was the nearest thing I'd ever get to an engagement ring and indeed months later after we got pregnant we decided that if we're in Canada we should just as well get properly married. None of that civil partnership nonsense in the UK. When I told our cute receptionist at work that I was going to get married suddenly out of nowhere I was surrounded by several young women I didn't know showing interest in my "rock". I explained that it was just a cheap silver ring and not really an actual engagement ring, but I found the whole thing amusing nonetheless.

That ring was on my left ring finger until I got married and minutes before the ceremony it was moved to my right ring finger where it stayed on and off for years to come. The ring itself broke a few times and had to be welded twice. I could still wear it when it was broken, but it would pinch a little or get stuck in things. I'd sometimes remove it and misplace it, but always found it again.

Here's the silly part. I started regarding it as my lucky charm. I know it's stupid, but it was one of those "can't hurt" things. Life is full of ups and downs and during some downs I needed a sprinkling of good luck here and there. A couple of months ago I went out with the dogs and when I came back I suddenly realized that my ring was hollow. The bit in the middle fell off and I didn't even know it could fall off. I hoped it fell at home, but I was fairly certain it fell when I had to restrain the dogs. They were both pulling me in different directions in a subtle attempt to kill me and escape captivity. I pulled, tagged and slapped them a bit and that must have been when it popped off. I went back right away in the middle of the night, but no luck. Not only I couldn't see anything, I wasn't even sure where exactly I was tussling with the dogs. I came back during the day, but no luck. With it being fall season, everything was covered in either tall grass or layers of leaves. I might have walked over it countless times since, but for all practical purposes it was gone for good.

I tried googling Tibetan rings and "Ideal World" with no result. I couldn't find any ring like this or even similar looking. I remember seeing three of them at the shop when we got it and wondering if I should get more than one. I should've!


I still keep it, but I'm not wearing it anymore, because, well it's kinda ugly and creepy right now. I guess I can stick a chewed bubble gum into that hole, but it won't quite look right either.

So here comes the philosophical part. Was it really a lucky charm? If so how come my ring broke in the first place? That's unlucky, isn't it? Unless, that ring has provided me with tons of luck and then just expired when I used up all the luck in it. Since I got the ring I got married and my beautiful healthy son was born. We have problems like everyone else, but taking a step back and looking at my life I am very very lucky and should always remember to count my blessings, even when something bad happens. 

Like losing my favourite ring.

--Mickey

8 comments:

Daddy Times Two said...

It seems you are really "lucky" to have learned something about yourself and life through the process of owning this ring. I think this is a real lucky charm for you because it has brought you to a new place in your minds eye.

On a side note, a good jeweler can set onyx, jade or your favorite stone to make this a great momento.
You should give this unfortunate turn of events a happy and beautiful ending. It's also a great story to share with Blake in years to come.

All the Best,
Brandon

Mark said...

Aw Mickey, there's a sweet side to you. And here I thought that you were just about fun and jokes. How awful of me to think like that. It is strange how we give power to things and stuff. I am guilty of this 100% over. You know what, maybe someone else in the world needed some good luck and they picked up your dropped piece. Try to spin it that way.
I like Brandon's idea of having a stone or two placed in there. And then all the girls will surround you again to check out your jewels.
Your Friend, m.

The Queenfather said...

Ahem, cute post Mickey, except when you call civil partnership 'nonsense'.... Me and Steven are civil partnered and I dont think is any more 'nonsense' than a church wedding..... Sorry, but next time I see you I will have to bitch-slap you...
Mxxx

Mickey said...

You got it quite wrong, Marco. My problem is with the term "civil-partner". Even though I got married in Canada, in the UK my wedding is considered to be a civil-partnership over here. I protest that fact by always choosing the "married" option in forms instead of the "civil-partner" option.

I don't think of Steven as your "civil partner", I think of him as your husband. I don't think of your wedding as a "civil partnership ceremony" I think of it as a wedding. I auto-translate those terms in my head because I think they are silly. I didn't have a church wedding either for what it's worth.

The only reason they separate marriage in civil-partnership in the UK is to appease religious people by protecting "marriage" and that annoys me. It's still a step in the right direction for human rights, even though there's still some more progress needed.

You can still bitch-slap me, though. I like it.

The Queenfather said...

Why is it such a big deal? Marriage is something contracted under the sponsorship of the church, civil partnership is something devoid of religious connotations... Same as a building that is a church because IT IS a church and your house is just a house ( although you can call it church if you want to....).
Names dont bother me, having the same rights does. But we do, so, I'm happy.
If the churches of the world want to claim ownership of the brand name ' marriage', let them. Who cares?
:0) x

Mickey said...

Marriage isn't a religious matter for a very long time. My wedding in Canada wasn't religious. We were married in a courtroom by a judge. It was still a marriage. Miron is my husband.

What happens if a Jew marries a Muslim? Surely it's not a religious union.

And what about gay people who are religious and want to have a church wedding? Why should they be denied that? In Canada they can and many do.

In the UK gay people can't get married and straight people can't get a civil partnership. It's segregation. Ticking the "civil partnership" in a form is basically saying "I'm gay". I don't like it. At all.

Also, you very well know that civil partners and married couples don't have %100 equal rights on little things like parental orders, etc... Something that has just recently been amended.

I think I already wrote a post about this in the past.

It's a bit like that episode of South Park where there was compromise to gay marriage: they'll have all the rights of married people, but instead of married they'll be "butt-buddies".

Imagine if black marriage will be now called blarrige and jewish marriage will be called Jewrrige. That's why I think it's nonsense.

Agree to disagree, I suppose/

Anyway, we were talking about my ring!!!! ;-)

The Queenfather said...

I have to maintain my position... But I give you an example.
In italian we use the term "sposato" to generally define whoever is in a relationship sanctioned by lawful contract.
We say "sposato in chiesa", or 'married in church', and "sposato in comune", or 'married in the town hall'.
The term is the same. The rest is geography.
I cannot argue against the fact that some religions wont contemplate the union of two men. It's their dogma. I dont give a damn. All I ask is for them not to campaign against it. It would be like us campaigning to force muslims to eat pork.

:0) xxxxxxxxxx

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